"You bitch," says Plourr, without looking up from the screen as she throws her 'X-wing' into a serious of dizzying rolls.

(The insult lacks the necessary heat.)

"You look like a bantha's ass." A second's pause as she throws the image on-screen through the tiny gap between two colliding capital ships' shields, and then she says, "I'll tell you what I told Janson -- I hear one fat joke and you're done."