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[kaptin_bluddflagg]

Ain't no humies gonna tell Bluddflagg wot to do wit his dakka! Dat's just not right, dat is.

'Sides, no place in da galaxy's big enuff for da Freebooterz. Specially if dey's not good for stompin' and smashin'. Bluddflagg just don't feel right not stompin' and smashin'. Course, if dere was loot to be had, dat'd be a mite different.

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[darklordofrings]

Orc, do you know who I am?

[kaptin_bluddflagg]

Why's everyone always got ta ask me dat? 'Ork, do you know 'oo I am?' 'Ork, quit stompin' on me boyz!' 'Ork, if youse knew what I know, you wouldn't be smashin' dat dere shiny tellyporter.'

Lot o' mukkin' about if ya ask me.

But de answer to yer question is no, I can't 'ardly tells one o' you humies 'part from all de uvvers.

[darklordofrings]

I AM YOU'RE GOD, WORM. YOUR LORD AND MASTER WHO YOU GIVE ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE TO.

[kaptin_bluddflagg]

Oh, I got it now. Yer one o' dem spiky Chaos boyz.

Lookin' kinda twiggy, though. Aren't dere usually more o' ya?

[big_blue_boyscout]

If you won't listen to these people, then listen to me. Leave them alone.

[He'd rather not fight if it can be avoided.]

[kaptin_bluddflagg]

Only one o' you here dat I can see, pinky. Speakin' o' which, I should probably let ya in on a little secret. Just between da two o' us, like.

[He leans in. His breath is bad.]

Yer got dose drawers on da wrong way. T'ought I should tell ye so ye could fix it 'fore ya boyz get here.

[big_blue_boyscout]

No boys. Just me.

[He ignores the underwear thing. He's gotten used to it.]

[kaptin_bluddflagg]

Well, if yer plan's borin' the old Kaptin to death, it's workin'.

[big_blue_boyscout]

[Kaptin's beginning to remind him of Lobo ... Better cut to the chase now]

You need to stop killing people and looting. I don't want to fight you, but I will if that's what it takes to stop you.

[kaptin_bluddflagg]

[Well, that gets a hearty laugh.]

Okay, let's stop pussyfootin' about. Ye ain't here to hire me, and ye ain't brought any dakka. So in my book, ye ain't good for anyfing' much. Next time, tell dat Emprah o' yours to send a couple o' dose big, planet-zoggin' missiles.

Mistah Nailbrain! If you please!

[And then he's tellyportered his way back to his ship, departing to loot and pillage his through a couple more planets held by the Imperium of Man. Maybe he'll kill off some of those pointy-eared Eldar, too, while he's at it. Or steal himself another hat.

The life of an Ork is simple and fulfilling.]

[big_blue_boyscout]

[Suddenly, there's knocking on a viewport.]