Even dere dead gitz ken fight back sometimes. Gotta be careful wif dem panzees. Dey'z all odd. Gotta snikk 'em proppa, an' real sneaky-like.
Jus take dem stoopid roks dese gotz on dem an pound dem inta dust Deyz dink dem roks ar impo...imper...worff loadz a teef or sumfing, so wez shuld smash 'em so deyz dontz 'ave 'em no morz It goz ta sho ya jus 'ow daft dem L'dar ar ta put val'yoo on a buncha roks Deyz loik not evin 'eavy or en'neefing, It'd take ya forevah ta kill a sing'ill grot wiff wun
No, ya git. Dem Roks is worf lodz o' teef. You know wot dem rocks do? Dey letz da panzees fight after dey'z been Krumped. Imagine dat. If you'z krumped an Ork an' 'e got back up loik some kinda Nekron, but 'e's even more dead 'ard dis time, wot cause he's dead an' in a flash new kan. Dem shiny stones is worth lodz o' teef. Jus' gotta figure out 'ow ta use 'em.
Ya uze dem by makin sure dem gitz dontz get back up, ya stomp em inta dust. You'z keepin dem dum roks 'round makez dem pointy earz wantz dem bak, an deyz ain'tz jus goin' ta fight us proppa eitha. Dey'd try ta find wayz ta get dem roks bak da wayz da panzees wuld, which mean'z dey'd jus loot den an run, jus loik dey'd alwayz doo. An I dontz feel loik chasin down a buncha L'dar fer a buncha roks we shul'dah jus stomped in da ferst place. Doz roks bring nuthin' but trouble, an da whole load of dem ain't worff a single grot toof.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmSILytn6kY *stops sipping tea* *looks over at you* How dare youze sir! My gramma iz ov da upmost quality! Take back dem foul wurdz ye rapscallion! *resumes conversation with gagged and roped Eldar* so az I wuz sayin, da law enforcement ov da third class housin komplexes iz shoddy. Iz do beleive deyz are due fer a....upgrade? *Muffled Eldar screams* hmm yes well put miss screemy pantz.
I sayz, dis iz kwite da insult you'z lil grot. You'z lil ingrant Oh, deer mez wuld look at da toime, it'z toime ta stop givin' a zog o' clock
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRxofEmo3HA#t=15 my my, it iz a luvly day indeed! Roighto miss screemy pantz? *muffled cries for help* wotz dat? Yer excited fer da upcomin brunch iz booked? why yes it shall be a brunch ov upmost luvlyness. *angry cussing muffled by a gag ball* My my screemy! calm down! weze are the furst class citizenz 'ere, not savages! *silence* My my, it appearz az dou youze have flatened yer bonnet due to yer outburst! Youze need ta be moar careful dere! Well come along den screemy! Weze kant be late ta brunch! *hoists screemy over his shoulders and walks off to brunch* *loud muffled screams from a distance*
