Kall der emperah a grot an dat usually werks fer me an itz funny watching dem get r'oight mad ovah it too.
Dun worry, Iz jus' dun an gon won betta dan dat. KLEAR DA PAFF TO DA KROOZA THO! ME BOYZ AR COMIN IN 'OT!
Datz r'ioght an orky enginuity dat is, dat fer sure get dem humie gits bloody mad loike one of dem crazy red humies deyz good fightin
Uhm, Boss, I fink we should zog the blased pantzies first. Da otha' gits are laud' an' stuff, so its not that 'ard to see 'em comin' from miles away. Dem pantzies are kunnin' bunch tho', they always like ta be sneaky n' stuff. Dem sneaky gitz will sure to zog da camps when wez 're out killin' humies or gribblies. N' lootin'! Iz not like da idea of da blasted eldar to loot our loot dat we worked dead 'ard to steal. Besides, Iz need 'em shiny bitz to make 'em stuff fer da boyz. No twiggy will get near my trukk, dem sooner meet wif me choppa. Dem shiny bitz snaps so easy too. Nothin' wot a propa' ork would eva' use. Er... its good fer toofpikin' tho!
Why'z we still dizkuzzin' who wez gonna smash? Wif enuf Dakka, wez kan shoot 'em all at once! So'z da queztshun aint "whoz wez gunna zog first", itz how much DAKKA do we'z need to zog em ALL at da SAME TIME!! **Opens another Barrel of fungus beer, and wonders who can make enough for all these drunk Orkz**
oh hello there fine gentleman, me and my comrades were discussing the deep philosophical indifference between the existence of void and afterlife.
Now where we? Ah yes. What is life after we, with lack of a better term, die? Do we simply expire, or is there a chance we regain our Orkanity upon spore-hood? *Blows rings of smoke from a scrap metal pipe*
