There was quite some time of monotonous sewing, bandaging and such before Lightning head came, however he immediately stopped once he saw the wierdboy. "'Ello Light'nin!.. Not feel'in like randomly explod'in anytime soon I hope... Anyfing ya want?"

Rumble was quite confused by the request: "Uh... I've got needles and schtuff but... I don't know nuffin about mak'in hats. I'll take da bitz off ya, but I dunno how ta make hats." He gave the wierdboy a sorry look, hoping he wouldn't take it wrong and zog him.

"alrighty then" the weird boy looked to his humie arms and began to think MAybe the mek would know how to make hats

(Character Card)
Name: Crusha
Class: Slugga Boy
Gear: Flak Vest, Two Slugga's
Clothing Appearance: Red biker helmet with goggles, red leather jacket and gloves, tough black jeans, black metal reinforced boots.
Biological Appearance: Likez a normal Ork, ya git! Wha didz ya expect?

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Crusha stood at the corner of the window within one of the cities large and abandoned buildings, having been rudely awoken from his deep slumber by the sounds of loud stomping nearby. He was witness to a bunch of Ork boyz running around, looting all the scraps they could seemingly find. This was an act that angered Crusha greatly, as he had been here first! Grabbing his two Slugga's in a duel wielding fashion from their crude belt holsters, he turned around and sprinted down the steps until he was out the door and in front of the one Ork and his grot who happened to be still standing around near the buildings entrance. "Oy, thiz be minez ya gits! Iz be herez first!"

In Orkish rage, he fired one of his Slugga's into the one Ork who happened to be looting just outside the tower he had just emerged from. The grot who was with the now dead Ork stood upright with his hands in the air, speaking wildly to save itself. "Don't shotz! Iz only lookin for scraps for tha wagon, Iz swearz!"

Crusha gave the grot a puzzled look. "Wha wagon? Lastz Iz be checkin, Iz be tha only Ork in theze partz."

The grot nodded his head, it was obviously a nervous wreck with those two Slugg'as aimmed at it. "I'll showz ya! You'll be seein tha old Gitfacez tellin ya tha truth!"

Crusha gworled at the grot. "Ok, ya git! But youz better not be lying to me! Because if ya are, I'm goin ta Crusha ya good and proppa!"

The grot ran off with Crusha close behind until they emerged behind one corner of scraps to be greeted by a large gathering of Ork boyz near the biggest wagon he had ever seen. To him it was a beauty, but too slow looking for his tastes. He wanted a bike of his own, which as the reason he had come here. Sadly though, he didn't know how to build anything to save his life. "Youz not kiddin..." He said under his breath, in both surprise and agitation. He was here first, so in his mind they owed him for stealing the loot that he hadn't got around to stealing yet! Approaching a passer by Ork with a funny looking hat, he put his Slugga's away and called out to him. "Oy, Iz waz here first in this herez humie city! This herez loot ya be stealin already be mine, Iz just not stolen itz yet meself! Ya owe mez loot, ya blasted gits!"

Grimchoppa caring neither for losing his place in line or if it was his silly hat being addressed, he sprinted to the newcomer stoping just a few paces before him. "Youz didn't fight fer dis ere loot o dem weird umiez! How youz figure we owe ya n why should wez?"

Crusha growled loudy at the other Ork, obvious furiously at the arrival of these newcomers in HIS city. "Causez Iz be here in tha city beforz ye gitz be showin up, thaz why!"

Gitta shouts at him from the line, but points his flamer at the boy behind him just to make sure he's not trying to steal his place in the line.
"TOO ZOGGIN' BAD, TH' LOOT IZ MOINE! Ah mean, OWRS! So ZOD OFF!"

Oh no they didn't! They didn't just tell him that this wasn't HIS city, did they? They wouldn't dare, yet they DARED! They even dared to say that it was THEIRS, the slimy no good gits! "Then werez ya bossy git?! Iz be challengin for tha rightz ta rulez this herez humie place!"

And Gitta was about to say that it's him, but he immediately shuts his yap, and instead points his thumb at the direction to the Bosses hut.
"BOSS IZ 'BOUT 'DAT WAY!"

Crusha, not wasting his time standing about any longer, stormed towards their boss's hut. He stood outside and shouted in a rage so that the git inside could hear him. "Boss git, youz be ownin mez loot forz takin whaz rightfully minez! Iz waz in thiz here city firstz!"

"OY NEW GUY WHO THE ZOG ARE YOU." lighrning head said still trying to stable togther a bunch of humie arms and 2 heads togther into a hat