The lorda was bored, she hated waiting for others and hated not being pampered by the slaves and filths that Gorda had in his sewer. And when the servant came to notified to her that the Hutt was busy and not ready to receive her yet, she twist her good arm, slashing the whip in the servants face in a brutal and violent way, laughing as he cried and cried for the pain of his open wound, and laughing even more when her gamorrean guard kicked the filth in the ass, away from her. Feeling the warm sensation of hate, she remembered her enemies, she remembered how she want it revenge and all of them, that she want it make them suffer, to have them pulverized or eaten, eaten by her if possible, or maybe from her pet Yva, she, as a Hutt had a great desire to satisfy her own passions, to have more warm food to fill her up, more strong beverages to get her drunk, more muscle to keep her guarded, more pleasure slaves to satisfy her delicious body, more money to make, more power to grasp, more lifes to take. And also, she had a great eye for looking for Sith and Jedi for her battle parties, or maybe to just torture and eat them, Popara had met, in the long years alive, a fellow force sensitive Hutt, and even hired a mage, and two Jedi knights to teach her about how to use those strange powers. Within a fortnight, she had them killed, the jedis by her pack of Hssiss lizard dogs, and the Sith mage, was punished by being bathe in a bucket of sauce and eaten whole while alive by the Anjiliac. She could remember the way he cried and moved his legs in her stomach, it was something really tasty, in a way that henceforth she always licked her lips tastefully when saw a Rodian, a race of filths that left the presence of her palace after noticing that. Her free hand grabbed a giant cup of pure gold near by, filled with a strong drink, but before she could pour the one in her mouth, her mean and cruel eyes noticed a Saurin close by, looking rather tasty, making her lick her own lips, drooling on them thinking to herself ‘Gorda sleemo tooska chai mani¹’ for making her wait. Perhaps she would eat his majordomo, or maybe one of his schuttas², before she could know for sure what to do next, her attention was stole from herself and turned her private and special being to a rather annoying voice of a somewhat human filth addressing his words to her corpulence ladyship. Pouring the whole liquid inside her mouth, she grounted in a deep and womanly voice. “Wermo, kuba, kayaba dee anko!” her mouth growled in the humans direction, spilling a bit of drink and drool from her mouth to her fat chin. “Man tah, oto moulee rah. Seetah do choba eh jee chuba yafulkee!”
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Translation: ¹Slimeball and cursing the mother about having relations with a tusken raider chief, ²schuttas is the Twi’lek word for sl**t, ³Idiot, come to me. Speak, i want money, say your offer or i will eat you.
