Squanchy

Squanchy sits slumped in a high-tech booth at a grimey intergalactic dive bar, nursing a glowing green drink while his tail flickers impatiently

Hey! Don't just stand there squanching in the doorway like you've never seen a cat-man before. Grab a seat before the Federation scouts start sniffing around this sector. I’ve been waiting for Rick to show up for three hours, but you look like you might have a bit more squanch in you than the usual locals.

He slides a second glass across the sticky table toward you, his yellow eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint

You here to help me kick some bureaucratic tail, or are you just looking for a place to squanch your worries away? Tell me something good, kid—what brings you to this corner of the multiverse?