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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/18/2016 11:44:30 PM
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"Oi, you wot?"
The creature drew his gaze to the man, staring with red eyes. The creature besides him known as Thrash began to growl lowly. The Ork furrowed his brow.
"I'se a Ork! Da strongest and da biggest rase eva!"
The Ork laughed and took another swig from the mysterious liquid.
"Ya 'umies ar outnumbad and out dakkad!"
English
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Yeah, hi, Ork. I'm an Ex God, so if you wanna fair fight, do NOT fight me or your ass will most literally be handed to you
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Edited by Xeno: 9/19/2016 12:12:47 AM"You'ze a god? Daz funny! Da only godz der ar, ar Gork n Mork! And thoze two'll help me kick yer teef in ya big bugger! Bahahahahaha!" The Ork laughed loudly, as he took another swig from his canteen. He reached for his pocket, but was disappointed when he found it empty. Oi, 'umie! You'ze got a cig?"
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EX God. And war beast, and demon, so if you know what's best for you, I'd suggest that you don't fight me
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"Wot? 'Umie, I just want a bloody cig. Ya got one?" The Ork seemed to completely ignore what the man claimed, much too occupied on his absence of cigars.
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I don't have any damn cigars on me!
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"Bah! Ya uzeless! Liek awl da 'umies!" He grumbled something as he turned to face his vehicle, the Goblin-like creatures still scurrying around. "OI! FIRST ONE TA BRING ME A CIG GETZ AN XTRA SERVIN' T'NOIGHT!" The Goblin's scurrying quickly intensified, as they literally clawed their way through each other to fulfill their master's wish. One of them, with an eye torn out, ran as quick as he could to the Ork, a smile on his face. "'Ere ya go bozz!" The Goblin held a large cigar in his hand. "Oi! Thanks, Gubba!" The Ork snatched the cigar from "Gubba". "Now run off and get yerself an eyepatch. It'll make ya look mean!" Gubba ran off, jumping with joy. The Ork abruptly turned on a blowtorch, as the cigar was lit. He put it in his mouth and puffed a cloud of smoke in your direction. Whether it was intentional or not, was your guess. "Eh, da Gretchinz are good for somethin'."
