*Is holding the head of your best friend with one hand. It has obviously been fleshly picked* I'm gonna eat now. *Starts eating the head*
This completely contradicts your avatar, though. Unless it's actually an Ork hidden inside power armour. Anyways, DIE!
I am A Son Of Malice, the elite of the elite. I EAT Ultramarines for breakfast! No, seriously though, I have a room full of Ultramarine captives and I eat one of them each morning.