Huff... huff... huff...
They'd run this far. They should be safe now, right?
Mork stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow. Half of it came from exhaustion, and half from fear.
"Oi, ya git, can ya hear me?"
Holding up the only half of Gork's head that remained, Mork asked several times in a row, yet received no response.
Gork might really be dead...
Mork felt somewhat saddened. He and Gork had fought each other for countless years; there had to be at least some attachment between them. Now Gork had ended up in such a miserable state, and Mork could not accept it for the time being.
Should he seek revenge on that guy?
No, no, no... He was too terrifying! As the saying went, as long as there were Orks left, there would be no shortage of fights—but he had erased all the Orks outright. What was he supposed to do about that?
Mork sighed and placed Gork's head on a shelf where he could see it often. To make Gork's head stand out more, he even cleared away the other miscellaneous objects on the shelf—little toys he had made in his spare time, cannons, choppas, and the like.
Finishing all that took far less time than Mork had expected. He stood blankly before the shelf, not knowing what to do for a while. At times like this in the past, he would always start fighting Gork, then lose all track of day and night, of time passing.
Mork chuckled and pointed at Gork's head as he cursed a few times. "I ain't gonna miss ya, ya git. Without you, I can finally settle down and do what I wanna do."
Mork turned and left, plunging straight into his little workshop. He sorted through the junk he