"5.6 billion credits for each year in development, 500 million per individual unit." She looked at Ensign Christian. "That means me. Also, I don't know if you're trying to appraise me or hit on me, but stop it. It's really fucking weird. Flattering in that 'being worshipped by the little furry men on Endor' kinda way, but weird."

Kal turned around and snatched the candy bar out of Vas' hand without looking. 

"They're called candy bars, Rock-Biter. Little cookies and nuts covered in caramel and chocolate. I'd say you have a sense of humor for comparing them to turds, but that would mean you could actually see what you're fucking looking at, and we'd all look like shit-for-brains instead of just one of us then, now wouldn't we?"

The super-soldier ripped the candy bar in half and shoved a piece in her mouth, wrapper and all, making exaggerated chewing noises.

"By the way, they're [i]fucking delicious[/i]."

She swallowed, and went out of her way to burp as close to Vas' gills as possible. Let him get a wiff of [i]that[/i].