[center][h1][b][u][color=007236]Worogoro[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]
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[indent]The sun was rising above the little recently looted mail van that one displaced Ork called home, its previous federal owner now currently being digest and even came with a neat hat. Of course, no everyone is a morning person and Worogoro was definitely one of them as his Squig was busy acting as his alarm clock (read: attempting to gnaw off his big green foot). After swatting away his pet, the Ork rose from his bed of old mattresses and threw off his blanket of old coats to face the morning sun that stared him down. Worogoro in response attempted to stare down the sun only to fail when he realized the sun was actually above him and not below him making his attempts at staring it down rather fruitless.

Growling at the sun, he turned to look at a particularly handsome ork. Worogoro had seen plenty of orks in his life time (and beat the fluff out of many more), but this one, this one was the best looking one he'd ever seen. Its eyes were dark red, tough hide a dirty olive green and covered in scars with a maw full of the biggest sharpest teeth in this side of the galaxy, all encased in a grungy golden masterpiece of 'eavy powa armor with haphazard tubing and wiring all over the place. This ork in question was actually just Worogoro admiring himself in the rear view mirrors of the mail van. 

[color=007236]"Hmm... youz a 'andsum 'un."[/color] the ork gave himself a pep talk as he inspected his features, his Squig barking at his feet, [color=007236]"'Ooz da meanest 'n greenest 'n brainest ork eva? Youz is!"[/color] Worogoro finger gunned his reflection before getting ready for work. Taking quick gurgle of rain water and throwing his Squig a rat, the ork threw on his goggles and the mailman hat and was out the door, tools in his non power klaw hand. Walking right out of his humble abode, Worogoro mounted a set of stairs that lead right to the back entrance of [i]Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!™[/i] Walking right through the door with zero shits given, Worogoro gave his daily morning greetings:

[color=007236][CENTER][h1][i][b]"WWWWWAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"[/b][/i][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
With a roar that made the very ground shake (and the walls and ceiling worryingly enough), the Ork realized that there were few souls in the local vicinity (although everyone in a solid mile could have probably heard his roaring and/or its aftershocks). With a grunting shrug, the ork went over to the coffee machine and made himself a pot before drinking it all right from the pot for himself. And then eating the pot itself just for good measure. Ahh how the delicate taste of a Columbian full-bodied roast with exactly 20mg of Acesulfame-K and 2 Fl Oz of Calcium Hydroxide imported from the Walmart a few blocks away complimented the bold and sharp flavors of the coffee pot. If only he had a bit of roast squig to go along and then he'd have a healthy Orkish breakfast (no Worogoro wasn't going to eat his pet, what do you think he is? A member of a race of beings who crave war and bloodlust and can and will eat anything?"[/indent]