"....."
"....."
Shaddad stood in the very center of the grand hall, wobbling slightly on his feet. His left eye was swollen shut, his lower lip was dripping warm blood, his nose was tilted at an awkward angle, and clear bite marks covered the side of his cheek, giving him an almost feral appearance.
"Pffft—" Jabba couldn't hold his laughter for long, he looked the other way, noises started escaping his mouth as his shoulders trembling.
"Hey!!" Shaddad barked at him immediately, clearly unable to tolerate even the slightest mockery. It was also obvious his throat had suffered some damage, because his voice came out strained and scratchy, "Just because you got in easily doesn't give you the right to make fun of me!"
"I didn't say anything!" Jabba turned away, trying to hide the smirk threatening to escape.
