Gorgutz wanted his shoota. But da humies said he didn't get his shoota when he was going to da big talkies. Dat's where he was goin, so Gorgutz went. Stepping into da talkies room Gorgutz noticed the other three there and gave a grunt of a greeting as he pushed past the one talkin about his card thingie that Gorgutz didn't care about. He cared about shootin, fightin, and winnin. He flopped down in one of the biggest chairs at the table. The only reason he got a big chair was because he was so big. The little chairs couldn't hold him for too long. He thought the big chair made him important, but dat wasn't true, it just made him big! Gorgutz liked being big. He also liked his warbike, it's twin Dakkaguns made lotsa noise and left lotsa holes in people. It's red paint job made it supa speedy too!

But Gorgutz didn't get to use his warbike much, too much "Collaberal damage" dey said. At least Gorgutz still had his Kombi-shoota. Made almost as much noise. Growing impatient (he usually wasn't patient anyway) Gorgutz piped up and said. "Ey' boss, why ya sayin 'Come to talkies room' if we ain't doin any talkies?" Gorgutz loud, gravely voice probably didn't rest too well on the ears of those currently present. Though that was their problem, not gorgutz's.