I am rallying against words I hate in my draft, and I let one of my characters do it for me.

“So, what could you possibly see that high up?”

Hiram looked down at his stubby fingers and flexed them twice. “Only hearsay, of course. But, it’s what I was mentioning before. It seems that…”

“Seems? I hate that word,” said Sylvan. “Either it is or it isn’t whatever it is you think it is.” That last “it is” was purely the fault of the drink.