The elf grinned again and said, 'I wish-sh you a good death-th.'

The sooner he gets off to Canada, the better, I sh'd say.

Bel reluctantly accepted of Hemstead's escort, as sh; had no other resource.

What kind of sh- is this? the president hissed, his face contorted.

It's not like he just had a difference of opinion about some sh-t.