Jabba became angry. He pointed unmistakably to a spot beside him on the daïs. “Da eitha!” he growled.
Oola shook her head more violently, her face a mask of terror. “Na chuba negatorie. Na! Na! Natoota …”
Jabba became livid. Furiously he motioned to Oola. “Boscka!”
Jabba pushed a button as he released Oola’s chain. Before she could flee, a grating trap door in the floor dropped open, and she tumbled into the pit below. The door snapped shut instantly. A moment of silence, followed by a low, rumbling roar, followed by a terrified shriek was followed once more by silence.
Jabba laughed until he slobbered. A dozen revelers hurried over to peer through the grate, to observe the demise of the nubile dancer.
Excerpt from James Kahn. “Episode VI - Return of the Jedi.”