*gives up looking for the panzie* zog it Oi! bar keep give me da biggest one youz got *the bar keep tosses him a large keg and he starts drinking*
Do we even have transports? Why not just run everything over with trukks and shoot the Free ta WAAAGH! Boyz at them?
I 'ear ya! D'ose 'umies do nuffin' but complain. Wen d'ere chow iz late, wen d'ere stuff dun work proper, wen I'z rippin' d'ere arms off. It grindz yer gears.
Yer, grinds me gears. Ya know, in my deff rolla on my truck! Dere blood makes mah truck go redder! Dat makes it go fasta! Ha...Hoo Ha HA HA Haaa- wot was we talkin bout?
I dun 'ave an 'effin clu. Furst wez finking on who ta krump. Den da Spikies and 'umies crashed da meetin'. Den tha' annoyin' Grot kept talkin' an' a few of da ladz wen a bit mad....an' we fand out we'z not on da planet, but lorst on da ship... ...DEN a friggin' panzy shows up. Summat about cyborkz an'....an'....datz all I gotz. I fink we'z all geven up an gettin' drunk. S'ah pass me wun a d'ose barrels o' grog.
