Wez always hed'd toward a fight Unless wez not... Den dat meenz Gork an Mork haz an evin biggah fight fer uz! Datz Mr. BITEZ you numbskull!
okay wun, da zog iz a mista boitez? seckund KALL MEZE A NUMBSKULL AGAIN YA BLEEDIN GIT! oh an fird noice hat
JES REMEMBA, YOUZ IZ AWAITED IN WAAAGHHALLA, SO LONG AS YA REMEMBA TA GET KRUMPED INNA MEENENFUL WAY.
Oh yeaaaaaaaahhhh! Rememba mista boitez Screemy?! *terrified muffled shrieks* daawwww...she luvz animalz so much
well I'z gonna go see if I can find sumfing dat 'el tell us were we'z goin *leaves to search the space hulk*
Here's an idea, how about instead of resining use to out fate of turning this into just another fight. Why don't we just all believe we're at a pub on a spacehulk? Those things go into the warp all the time and don't seem any worse off because of it. How about it? First round's on me. *Starts ordering Squig-Grog*
I neva sais no ta Grog. Bu' seein' az sum a da boyz want yer 'ead fer dat barney befor, you'd betta be quick wit' me orda Grot!
We came to an understanding. I represent the Grots interests and everything goes back to normal. I get a seat at this council and the rest of the grots get back to work. Speaking of... *grot waiters appear* A round of Grog for the table, and make it quick. "Yez union rep." *Grot scampers happily away.* See? Everything is great... for me.
