As more and more chunks of shit came under Nurgle's control, it became increasingly difficult to evade his pursuit. Wave after wave crashed toward Magnus, while Lin Fan did his best to carve openings through them for Magnus's body to pass through.
Outside the toilet, Gork and Mork temporarily stopped fighting. After all, Orks had three great urges: the urge to fight, the urge to eat, and the urge to shit. Even Gork and Mork, the most Waaagh! and most Orky of all Orks, were no exception. Accordingly, the shit they produced was also the foulest and greatest in quantity. Even if the Gretchin turned an entire nest into a cesspit, it still would not let Gork and Mork shit to their hearts' content.
"Heh heh, you pathetic bastard. Once I empty my guts, I'm gonna beat the living crap outta you," Gork snarled at Mork, who was squatting over another cesspit beside him.
"With you, you pathetic bastard? Looks like that eye-cannon blast just now didn't teach you who's boss. Once I squeeze this big one out, I'm gonna knock out your big teeth too!" Mork shouted back just as viciously.
Then the two Orks fell silent. They began struggling against the massive things inside their intestines, gritting their teeth as veins bulged across their bodies. Even at a time like this, they had not forgotten to compete over who was tougher, continually letting out louder and louder farts.
Just as Gork's massive thing began to poke its head out, he suddenly felt something scrape across his butt. The abrupt chill made Gork instinctively clench his muscles, and the thing that had just emerged was sucked back in. The strange and uncomfortable sensation instantly enraged Gork. His round eyes widened as he decided this had to be another trick