"Goddess be dam'd Car stop!" The small green twi'lek woman covered in grease chased after much larger lethan, having to practically run to keep up with the 7 foot tall male's stride. She then promptly slammed into him as the blasphemous phrase had him spin back toward her.
"What?" Cartulak was an imposing firm when he was in a pleasant mood. The scowl on the pirate's face now would make durasteel wilt.