"fine, you piece of space trash"

You don't want to make it seem like you're easy, but you're eager to have this done with.

Fortuna hands you the 6,000 creds and you maneuver the box out of his reach and to Jabba's. The slimy crime lord pops open the box with his drunk hands and the air around him explodes into an orange hue as the spice goes flying everywhere. The red twi'lek sucking off on Jabba's member gets coated in the stuff, and you hope Durga was right about the poison being only lethal to Hutts. You cough as you breathe some of it in, and you try to put as much distance between you and the scene as possible.

As you retreat to some corner, you look back to see Jabba complaining groggily about the mess he clearly made, as Fortuna apologizes profusely. The Twi'lek is coughing profusely. You wonder how long it will take for the agent to act, and you wonder if you look too conspicuous sitting out here with nothing to do except wait for the Hutt to die. You don't really want to watch him suffer either, watching him gurgle and slop healthily is disturbing enough.