"Waaagh! I'm the Green Prophet! I'm the biggest! The baddest! The greenest! The mightiest boss!" Bonecrusher Salaka once again fell into a vision of Gork and Mork. He wore heavy power armor with the rugged air of heavy industry, making his already massive frame seem even larger.
Faintly, he heard an order from Gork and Mork: "You pathetic git, what you've done ain't half bad. Got a bit of brains in that head of yours, unlike those stupid mushroom-brains."
Mork's cunning yet brutal voice came through, expressing approval of Bone Uncle's Waaagh! work so far.
"But now you gotta go somewhere bloodier. Go to that Hades Hive and find some good humies to fight. There ain't no more fights left in this rotten port!"
Gork's brutal yet cunning voice followed. He reckoned Bone Uncle shouldn't waste his time splashing around in these little puddles.
"I heard it! I heard Gork and Mork's voices!"
Bone Uncle immediately perked up. He shifted his enormous body down from the throne welded together from the best shootas and the best choppas, though he had always stood on the throne rather than sat on it.
Sitting down was too weedy. The most Waaagh! Orks ought to stand on their thrones, so they could become taller and bigger.
"How's the fight in that little puddle going?"
"Uh, Boss, the humies are fighting real bloodily. We ain't broken in yet."
"Hmph! Fight faster! Tell that Iron Foot git to clean up the little puddle quick! We're heading to Hades to fight!"
"Waaagh!"
"For the Emperor!"
The armies of both sides were locked in a melee, battle cries from different factions rising one after another.
Iron Foot Bad Gut, the warboss leading this Ork force in its invasion, was the biggest, baddest, greenest, and stingiest Ork in