A lame one I suspect. A party can never have too many plagues.

I have a poem for you two Chaos lovers. I think you'll like it.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Nurgle can suck it,
and so can you, too.

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Oh how right you are...

Foolish elder you have only made it into the garden once, then your seers were turned into screaming trees by grandfather nurgle and his poxes.

How true elder scum.

This body has been in the warp, it is not affected by the disgusting one's pestilence

Soulless bone construct you must have been a awful warrior to have died and your race took pity on you returning you to an endless eternal hell.

a very bad party grandfather.

Had we met when I was flesh you would no longer have access to your head. What hope have you now?

Your race should have all died when slannesh was born, now go run to your warp gates the real fight is beginning.