Wait...whenz did we stop diskuzzin krumpin gits? And I fink dat gitz keep gettin in 'ere cause of Sun Spots. WHYZ DER A COOL SPOT ON DA SUN!? Must be dem.
Wez woz told not tuh krump eachuva on da krooza. Becuz we'd need tuh save all our killy bitz fer Orkhona an' da Big boss datz leadin da waagh dere. So besides from fixin up da krooza an' makin Brooce mark too-ur-I mean ONLY fixin up da krooza... Dere aint much tuh do beside word it out wiv da boyz.
*Dokkta Waaghzon shuffles up to Grot Stompa, and speaks in as much as a whisper as an Ork can.* Oi, I'z got sum gribbly bitz and sum 'xtra orky parts I'll trade ya for a load a teef. And I'll even help ya wit da fleshy parts o' yer Brooce mark too if'n ya let me join Da Lead Belchas as The Big Dokk Waaghzon.
Iz...iz dat a talkin bare? I'z didn't knowz deyz were reel Kan we'z keep em? 'E seemz brain'nee enuff
*Lifts the head off his kunnin' bear suit and grabs his 'Urty Syringe from inside as he steps out* I'z Dokkta Waaaghzon, da meanest an' sharpest o' da Painboyz, and if'n ya want ta know why I'z wearin' dat bear skin kostume den listen up. I been usin' ma brainy bitz ta fink up a supa-sneaky teknik ta get inta choppin' range o' dem spayz mooreenz. An' I'z finally figured out 'ow ta do it. Even dem spayz mooreenz wud neva expect a 'armless bear ta come chargin' up to 'em from behind an' start stompin' and choppin' and stickin' em in da gibbly bitz with a big ol' Urty Syringe. Also....da bearskin was just layin' about after I stomped it gud and dead for its teef. Woohaa...da was a good foight.
I mean...it soundz liek a good deel. Bu~ut... Iz alreddy get me fleshy stuffz from Kabrakk wen 'es not lookin. Usullee wen 'es treatin da uva boyz outside iz surjuree. Also, dat woz a secret. Dun tell 'im or I'll kroak yer.
