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Worogoro

The Ork looked at Amadeus with a tilted glance, words came out of his mouth but they still sounded more foreign than anything he'd ever heard of (considering he had heard what a space elf on drugs reciting human poetry sounded like, this was saying something). The man's oddly chipper attitude never sat well with him, not orky enough of course. His masked face (Worogoro wasn't even sure the man had a face to be perfectly honest) bamboozling the ork who attempted to figure countless methods of trying to the mask off in the past, most of which involving his pet squig, but never really got out of the planning stages. His other side though, when he got all jumpy and shooty, Worogoro liked, at that point he looked like "a 'umie ready fo a scrappin'."

"Mornin'..." the ork growled as he lumbered towards fridge past the masked man and opened the door with a flick of his massive klaw, his squig clearly excited of what was inside. Shooing his pet away, the ork pulled a cut of raw cattle and began to rip into it with his mouth of teeth; he would of course prefer it to be cooked but this was just one of those days where he couldn't be bothered finding his flamethrower and cooking it. As he munched and crunched, Worogoro's eyes wandered up and he groaned, "Y'z it alwayz me 'oo gotta feed da bitey git?"

Diving back into the fridge, the Ork pulled out a squeeze bottle labelled "Maya Ration", this smooth paste like stuff that was fed to the resident psychopath (although that refer to anyone honestly...). Slamming the fridge hard enough to shake its contents, Worogoro stomped his way down to the basement, grunting a greeting at HAT as he walked past the robot. With the rickety wood, groaning under Worogoro's weight, he made his way to the "cell" holding Maya: A glorified closet painted white on the inside with a metal door more rivets and bolts than actual plates at this point. 

"Oi, you awake ya grot?" Worogoro banged on the door with his metal fist, shaking the door frame as he did, most of the dents on the slab of metal of a door was caused by him, the other probably the result of various levels of rage from the other humans or otherwise. Taking a chunk out of his steak he opened up the view port (read: letter slot installed the wrong way) and looked in. Worogoro didn't have his gitfinda on him so he'd just have to look in himself before he threw in the bottle of goopy paste. Technically Maya was supposed to have a certain amount, but Worogoro didn't give enough of a damn for the precise measurements, the bottle would also be a nice toy for the girl to chew on, he wondered if he should get a metal canteen for feeding as to give an iron supplement to Maya's diet.
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