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Kavos took a puff from his cigar and looked down, at the floor of his filthy apartment on Nar Shaddaa. Several layers of grime coated the tiles, making them a sickly green hue. He chuckled, remembering his past slaves. They used to do all the cleaning, but he'd killed them for the hell of it. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," the criminal grunted, throwing the cigar down. A Gungan came in, holding a clipboard. "You haven't paid the rent in three years, Kavos," he murmured, almost sounding like a worried mother. Rolling his eyes, the murderer took out the blaster from his robes and shot the Gungan square in the jaw. A thud confirmed the kill.
"Come in," the criminal grunted, throwing the cigar down. A Gungan came in, holding a clipboard. "You haven't paid the rent in three years, Kavos," he murmured, almost sounding like a worried mother. Rolling his eyes, the murderer took out the blaster from his robes and shot the Gungan square in the jaw. A thud confirmed the kill.