[Joker swore and covered his head with one arm when the console behind him basically exploded due to biotically-propelled crowbar. Then he turned and stared at the wreckage, mouth gaping.]

[He turned back to Wrex, his expression still a mixture of outrage, shock, and sheer what is wrong with you.]

[Congratulations, Wrex, Joker is actually too pissed right now to talk. Give him a minute.]

[There we go.]

Get. The Hell. Off of my ship!