Try to talk your way out of it

“Shut your fucking mouth, worm!” He shouts. His voice booms like a jet engine take off and he slaps you across the face with the shock baton. You crumple to the floor of the speeder and into your own wet mess. A red flash of pain spreads over your tingling flesh. You’re up a second later, compelled by the edge of the baton resting again under your chin.