don't bother with an underling, insist on negotiating with Jabba

"I believe this item is for your Master, and I'll deal with him," you say, shrugging as if casting Fortuna off. You shoot him a taunting smirk before giving your full attention to Jabba. His **** blasted eyes stare at the object in your hands as the red twi'lek on his throne continues to debase herself, massaging his lower folds and who knows what else, getting covered in copious amounts of monstrous slime.

"What do you say, Jabba, 10,000 credits?"

Unfortunately, your confident question falls on mostly deaf ears. The giant slug seems confused, impatient, and unable to clearly articulate himself as he begins to stammer and gurgle unintelligibly. One thing is evident, however, as you look up and down his massive body and see the giant, phallic organ in the twi'lek's hands growing larger: he is aroused and blasted out of his mind. You can only imagine what kinds of substances he's on.

You're going to have to get his attention somehow...