It was like a boy's favorite pair of underwear. Even when it had faded and fallen apart from washing, with two holes worn through the seat, it was still comfortable to wear.
Hogg's sofa had been with him for over ten thousand years. Even when Slaanesh had abducted him, he had never abandoned the little sofa in his dimensional space. After all, it was the first thing he had ever stolen from Old Man Yellow. Not only was it deeply sentimental, but after sleeping on it for ten thousand years, he had grown attached to it.
Just like Dorn's little blanket, seeing someone defile his sofa sent Hogg into a fit of rage. He charged straight at the few worthless fools who were still running their mouths.
Guilliman was the first to suffer. Hogg whipped him into a wall with his tail, sending the unlucky bastard off to cool down, then charged at the biggest red-skinned Ogryn.
He punched the Little Pony in the jaw, grabbed Mortarion by the hair with his other hand, then dropped to one knee and pinned Angron's chest with it, leaving him unable to breathe. With his third hand, he blocked Alpha's shameless sneak attack and held her by the bald head as he beat her senseless.
As for Lorgar, the strongest fighter among them, Hogg wrapped his tail around him and bound him tight, then hammered him into the floor over and over. No matter how hard Lorgar struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Stop, Hogg! We're your brothers, born of different parents but closer than blood! Why are you beating us?"
"Beating you? I'm not just going to beat you. I'm going to strip every last one of you naked, hang you up, and whip you before stringing you from my flagship like dried