Ya grotz can do wut ya want, i needz more pansy earz fore my neckless

Whyz you only eatin da ears!? you'z never gonna get enough from dem puny eldars if das all ya eats! Eat da whole fing and save da ears fer later in a squig bag so you can eat on da field I sayz

*hits you over the head* oy lisen ya puny grot 'e said e's makin a neclass outta dem not eatin dem. pansy eaars dunt make gud eatin anywayz. jus ask one uh dem brewboyz.

Poopie pants

OY WOT YOUS CALL ME!? dumb pansy git

*Slugs you in da gut* Oi whyz youz hittin me!? Jus look at is name! Who namez dem selvez dat and don eat da ears!

Now now, boyz. Dere's a time an' a place for foightin'. An' dat time an' place is when I gotz time ta git my fleshy-gobbinz bag ready. So yooz gitz noggitoff 'til I getz back wiv my bag an' maybe a cupple o' boyz fer pickin' up da pieces.

*Stands flabbergasted with mouth agap*

Did you...did you just tell an ork dat it wasn't da time for foighting!? DATS ORK ERESY DAT IS!!!

I'z jus' sayin' I don' loik wastin' perf'ktly good fleshy bitz wot could be put onta uvva boyz, and I don' wan' dere ta be no foightin' when I ain't 'round ta enjoy it an' gavver up da leftovas fer serjerees an' 'sperimentashun.

'Sides, ain't loik I'z wunna dem Cult o' Mork gitz wot hides in da bushes an' takes pitchers ravver dan gettin' stuck in proppa. DAT'Z plain not Orky.

OY! i iz a mek an meks liek mork, so wot you sayin oi aint orky like? oi make all ur flash an dakka!


oi RageScreama, whatdaya say we stomp dis dok togethuh and sho em a proppa lesson in orkyness?