Suck my choobies

"How would you like to get demoted, Piett?"
"How would you like to suck my choobies?" My face held no expression, yet my voice was as cold as the surface of Hoth. 
Kendal Ozzel dropped the pad he held in his hands with a clatter and whirled to face me. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"I said," and I cranked it up to full volume, letting him have it. " 'HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUCK MY CHOOBIES'"
Everyone on the bridge dropped what they were doing and whirled to face us . . . General Skywalker included.
"Call me, Sir, CAPTAIN. . .!"
"Suck my choobies, SIR"
Ozzell whirled and stormed off the bridge. 
I swore, hauled off and started to punch the nearest bulkhead. A gloved hand snapped out and caught my fist before I made contact. 
"Captain? Captain? Firmus?!" 
I jumped at the sound of my first name and turned to see Lord Vader holding my fist in his cupped hand. I blushed. "Milord, I'm sorry you were witness to that. . ."
He gently dropped my hand. "Captain, next time you want to hit him, go right ahead. You won't be reprimanded.
My hands locked around Ozzel's neck, I body-slammed the other man into the wall with such force that his head bounced off it. 
"You wanted to make me mad. . . you've done a kriffing good job." I glared at the other Imperial, increasing my grip. "Give. . . me. . . one . . . reason."
The rest of the crew was standing around with horrified looks on their faces. 
Captain Piett's gone nuts!
"We can all see that by now!"
"One. . . reason."
A being got between the two of us and pushed us apart. Ozzel coughed and gasped for air while I glared. "Who in the ka-" I froze in mid-word, the glare changed into a look of shock. "I'm sorry, milord."
Lord Vader tapped the hand against my chest once for emphasis. "One hit, I said. You slammed him into the wall twice, first his body, then his head. That counts as one hit. I know I sound like a hypocrite here, but you were out of line. Firmus, you're going to be spending the next day in the Lady's brig. When it's time for your first shift, go to the brig and tell the officer on duty that you're spending the next twenty-four hours in the brig, my orders."
I looked down. "Yes, milord.
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