The Mekboyz' teleporters were in full swing. In the prison guarded by the whip Orks, the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves filled the air as well.
Whip Boyz in leather clothes, each wielding a huge lash, drove the crazed Weirdboyz out of their cages.
Every one of those Weirdboyz had an enormous head, so swollen it had even forced open their skulls. The pulsing folds of their brains were plainly visible.
The Whip Boyz stuffed stick after stick into the Weirdboyz' hands, ordering them to quickly open a greenish gate and send them onto the big ship.
But the Weirdboyz were insane to begin with. Why would they listen? One after another, they danced madly without any rhythm, shouting the names of Gork and Mork.
One Whip Boy was furious and lashed out at a Weirdboy. Yet the instant the whip touched him, a string of absurdly comical green flames burned the whip to ashes, and the Whip Boy suffered the same fate.
"These useless gitz! I knew they weren't reliable!" The Whip Boss stomped angrily, then pulled a lever.
The floor split apart, revealing the mouth of a metal pipe. All the Weirdboyz fell in together, sliding into a huge tank made of glass and sheet metal.
"Looks like these useless gitz still can't understand Ork talk!"
Another Mekboy took off his perforated goggles and called for the Mek Boyz to weld more sheet metal onto the outside of the tank. He knew the tank would not hold for long.
"Heh heh! Me research is still useful! Waaagh! Kill 'em!"
The Mekboy sat on an enormous chair that occupied every corner of the junkyard-like laboratory. The Mek Boyz under him were merely busy working on the giant chair's cables.
"I once heard that humies have something called