Agh! Bluddy 'ell! I doen' wanna be wun o' d'ose Spikies! D'ey weirdoz, n' smell funni! 'specially d'ose Nurgly gits. Haz we gots a Kroozer? We shuld get outta 'ere!
*clears throat* well fellow Orkz, Grotz and talking floating hat here is our current situation we have no idea were we are but it is in the warp, a floating hat is talking to us and the grots have formed a labor union. Now as a Nob of many years and battles I must say our only course of action available to use would be to *smashes the conveniently placed panic button* *runs away screaming and flailing arms while doomsday sirens go off*
...where in da 'ell did he find dat panic buttin? Datz loik sumfing I'z wuld 'ave in me shop ...Iz dis me shop, I dontz remembah goin into me shop ...I alzo dontz remembah leavin it eitha tho... ...whyz wuld our meetin place be in da stinkin warp en'nee wayz?
