If ya wanna find out, follow me ta me hut ya pretty panzy. I'z gunna show you wut kinda gun I got....
Eh. Yer poncy genders look exactly da same, at leas' da boyz dunt need ta spen' da time before da fight makin dem selves all pretty so you'z den 'afta fight ova who's da prettiest. Yer mefod of reproducshun is crude, base and grossly infefective fer a dyin race! Da future iz Green.
No, you have nothing down those pants, and I'll make sure of it. *empties Hunter's Mark clip onto the Ork's crotch, and proceeds to fly away* AND WE MIGHT HAVE AN UNEFFICIENT REPRODUCTION METHOD, BUT AT LEAST WE KNOW HOW OUR TECHNOLOGY WORKS!
If I could tell da difference 'tween you panzy boyz an' panzy girlz you might be right. Too bad nobody can bluddy well tell ya apart! I knows how me shoota works! Ya pull da trigga an da panzy gets a dakka enema! It's simple, watch! *pulls out Tracey Shoota and unloads a clip into his airborne anus* Now try ta have yer fun! In da meantime, I needs a dok ta patch me up. OI! WHERE BE A DOK WUT CAN PATCH UP ME GIBBLY BITS!? I NEEDS TA USE DA DROPS!
Of course Orks have gribbly bitz. How else would they be able to do the classic crude humor of urinating on things fur laffs?
