"Pfffft." Shark blows against his lips, making said scoffing noise. "LAME. Guess we should skip that and if we DO advocate and negotiate the death sentence, which I totally will, we just drag his white ass to someone's planet where you can pull the trigger. I got a guy who's not afraid to play executioner, for instance. Party at my planet? BYOB, come watch a bastard get shot in the fucking head, followed by tapas."