Once he gets to 'pocket' - a word he rolls around his mouth like a marble, 'pockEHT' - he starts muffling the syllables, like they are resonating from inside that gauzy enclosure.
Jaws locked, tongues stuck to palates, and every syllable became saturated with a swampy viscosity, away from the high, pinched tones of hair metal.
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