But... but... What about multiplications? They need to know! What if someone gets dakka'd into pieces that equal the person times fifty? How will they know how many pieces they got?
The correct answer is: Lotz. "Dat Boy got dakka'd into lotz of piecez". In fact, as everyone should know, any number bigger than five is translated into Orkish as "Lotz". This makes the use of multiplications kinda moot.
DA ORK NUMBAZ ER WON, TEW, FREE, FOR, FIVE, LOTZ. DA ONLY EXCEPTION IS WEN DA GROTZ ARE SINGIN' DA TWERV DAYZ O'SQUIGMAS
"OI! WUH DO AY GET!?" I just got finished make bolter sounds for the space marine people who didn't like the other game sounds, so my reply is late.
The big green nob looks down at the Boy and takes the graduation hat off of the severed head in front of him, then presents it to the Boy. "YOU GITZ A 'AT!"
The nob looked upon his, "class" with a snarl and motioned for the grots in the backround. All four of them each brought a bound and gagged imperial guardsman. One of them, who seemed like a sergeant screamed through his gag. The gag itself was little more than an ork's sock stuck in his mouth and secured with rope. One of the guardsman also seemed to have soiled himself judging by the yellow-tinted stain in his pants. Bu'Losh then promptly kicked the backside of one of the grots, causing them all to flee into hiding. "ALRIGHT, BOYZ, I GOTZ ANODDA QUESTION! DERE'S FOR HUMIES 'ERE." Bu'Losh lifted his fist, equipped with a power klaw and punched a hole through the chest of the guardsman who soiled himself, killing him instantly. Blood splattered all over the nob and the unlucky soldier's fellow guardsman. As he did this, the other two guardsman along with their sergeant let out muffled screams through their gags. Their comrade was slumped over, his face permanently twisted in agony. "WON'S DED! 'OW MANY 'ER STILL LIVIN'?"
