Wait, landas ain't suppose ta fall from da sky? Dis is why I don't make da flying stuff.

Nah dey supposed YA fly down YA daft mek

But den what gud is all dem 'splosives I wire dem up wit? Dey fall from da sky and den BOOM! A right propa 'splosion. I fought dat was da point. Dat way the boyz dat survive are 'uns we know are 'ard ta kill.

Ohi, dat kud wurk well fer choozin oo'z in da kommand chain....

Dey call me da Dokta, an' ey can tell ya sumfin straight, ain't no hummie or puny Eldar got iz gonna stop meh from scienceing da whole lot of em. Ef dey din't wanna be da unfortunate subjects of sum Orksperimentation den dey shoulda stayed at dere own turf!

I'z gotz a Gud felin' bout dis ERE GIT. If any a yoo GITZ IZ lookin' FA a ride in da big WAAGH ! And YA see me trukk just shout its always Gud ta ave a mek round when yoo i'z an evil sun LOIkE myself. Now den off to it being smart and odd gitz while me and da rest a da BOYZ iz running round duffing ova gitz

Ifen I make da' parts, can ya fix me up as 'un of dem cyborks? I'll be right 'ard ta' kill den.

If uze wanna join, den uze hafta ansar da sekret queztion, ta proov u ar a smart 'un.

Doncha worry bout a fing, weze gonna fix ya up real gud, youze gonna be da blastiest and da choppiest cybork dat dere eva was.

Noe weze just gotz to applies da anethstazia!

Dis may still 'urt a bit.

DATS WHERE ME ZOGGIN' WRENCHES BEEN GOIN'!? NO ONE KRUMPS GITS WIT SKALK'S WRENCHES BUT SKALK!