Ah ain't tryin' ta walk off with nothin', but Ah sure as heck ain't about ta leave tha' here so ya can rub ya slimy tentacles all over it!

[She clenched her hands into fists, advancing on Ultros.]

So cough it over - for nothin' in exchange - or Ah'ma pound ya 'til yer pur--

[Well, he's already purple...]

-- 'Til y'all are black an' blue!