The Ork chuckled. "Iz okay if ya don't 'ave one. Me Gretchin can fetch me one from me stockpile." He opened his canteen, observing to see if there was any of the mysterious liquid left. The swashing noises answered the question. "Well, das good. Still got some oil left."

[i]Continuing to shuffle through his pockets after a bit, the man groaned as he pulled his hands out of the thick robe, shaking his head disappointingly.[/i] "Ain't got any, sorreh. Forgive meh, I should probably have more...and ya got oil in there?! I thought oil was for ye molotov cocktails n such..."

"Yehe! Watch dis!" The Ork 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. He looked up at you with a crazy look. "'Ere's tha best part!" He then took a swig of his oil, and smoked his cigar. He took the cigar out, and burped. A huge fireball erupted from his mouth. Smoke began pouring out of his nostrils and mouth as he began to break down into uncontrollable laughter.

[i]The man turned his head towards the ones speaking suddenly, his head thrashing about as he tried to locate where each speaker was, and he was doing it fairly well. He was blind, after all. After the Ork had burped out the fireball, the man leaped back suddenly, bellowing with laughter after he smelled the smoke rising from the Ork's nostrils and mouth, shaking his helmeted head with apparent joy. [/i] "OHOHOHO!!! Ought to try THAT out some time!! HA!"