*Spins around and shakes the fishy in Rokdaks general direction. Several melon forks are dislodged and fall onto the deck with a clatter* O an I spoze you don know nuffin at allz aboot all deze 'ere univited freeloaderz? Dey ain't brought a single fishy to da fry. *drops the fishy on the deck and shifts his eyepatch to the other eye. The new eye glows a deep green. Around the fringe of the socket what appear to be chitinous protrusions pulse* Dya know wot 'appened to da last gitz wot came to da fish fry wiffout bringin sommfin ta kook? Oil tellz ya. Da bugz swarmt ma krooza. Greedy bastahdz thot dey wuz gonna EAT US. *twisted gibbering and giggling sweeps the shadows* Well we showed dem didn't we Cookey? *Four voices from above yell "roight boss". The one in Madork's Powa Klaw squeaks assent* Truuf be tolt, deyz tasted loik boilt bug shite. *An almost wistful expression crosses his face* I wuz 'open deyd tastez loik crab. *Looks at Rokdak again* Even ork tastez bettah dan da bugz.