[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Da Muthership[/b]

The Ork snorted, and very nearly broke into a fit of laughter in response to the humie's statement. "Dun' worry, ya git. I ate humie afore, tast'd zoggin' awful. Ya know, fer a Spess Muhrine, you'z don't 'ave much uvva fight in ya." In fact, Arragoz noticed that he barely even resembled one to begin with. The humie was puny, just like them Gardsmen, and his pauldrons weren't zog off 'uge either. [i]If dis 'ooniverse's Spess Muhrines are dis puny 'n' weak, I wonda wot da rest're like? Prolly a buncha panzies like dem' Elfdars. Dis iz gunna be eazy.[/i]

After spending a moment to quietly snicker to himself, the greenskin returned his attention to the humie captive. "Alroight den, movin' on. Lemme make sumfing clear to ya, if you'z answers some quest-shuns fer me, I'z wont krump ya. Simpul as dat. Furst, where's da enjin room, and da place where ya keep yer shootas and uvver flash bits? Wot else wuz dere, uh...." The Ork trailed off, only for Ridley's voice to suddenly resound in his ears through the communicator. Acknowledging his words with an "Uh huh, gotz it," Arragoz focused once more on the Spess Muhrine. "One more fing, ya git. Do you'z gots da vent planz?"