<em>"Blasted bag of xeno pus!"</em>Thraxius wheezed at the source of the squawking, the smokestack censer jutting from his back nearly bursting in a flurry of blackened soot and purple flame.<em>"As if it wasn't enough to skulk about like some rodent, now you're stealing furniture and jolting about our most glorious Commodore Aquiarre?!  If you were not the esteemed Trader Cortez's little pet, I would lynch you by your own putrid tail myself!"</em>