"These guys are tawgher than they look," grumbles the besalisk, shaking and flexing his fist, looking down at the one he and keyton dropped. He nods to the wall to the left of the door: "Cawld you make the back wall appear taw be just a bit in front awf where it is, Sra? We hide behind, they cawme in, we fry them!"
«Move to press his back against that wall by way of illustration, along with TB.