[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria -> Parking Lot[/b]

"No drinkin' 'r' neck krackin', gotz it." So said Arragoz, as he was pushed out the door by Appule, now reassembled and in somewhat near perfect condition. The rubber cement would keep the Ork's head on long enough for his body's natural healing processes to kick in, eventually making the Greenskin indistinguishable from his prior uninjured state, barring some minor scarring. It would go nicely with the other thirty-seven found across the Kommando's hulking frame. Admittedly, Arragoz himself didn't keep track of the actual number, having lost count at five. For all his intelligence and kunnin', the Ork was just as dreadful with numerals as the rest of his race.

Ignoring the Ork's limited grasp on basic arithmetic, he had to go meet some people in a 'parking lot.' Arragoz had no idea what that meant, but he quickly located a wall-mounted map, handily translatable into a variety of languages. A smidgen of muckin' about later, and the Greenskin managed to glean that the parking lot consisted of an area outside the main entrance. Plodding outside, the Kommando came upon the Saiyan from earlier, sitting at a table and chatting with a pair of peculiar lookin' gitz. Calmly strolling up to the table, the Ork displayed a surprising degree of patience, and simply waited.