originally posted in:The New Dojo
EX God. And war beast, and demon, so if you know what's best for you, I'd suggest that you don't fight me
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"Wot? 'Umie, I just want a bloody cig. Ya got one?" The Ork seemed to completely ignore what the man claimed, much too occupied on his absence of cigars.
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I don't have any damn cigars on me!
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"Bah! Ya uzeless! Liek awl da 'umies!" He grumbled something as he turned to face his vehicle, the Goblin-like creatures still scurrying around. "OI! FIRST ONE TA BRING ME A CIG GETZ AN XTRA SERVIN' T'NOIGHT!" The Goblin's scurrying quickly intensified, as they literally clawed their way through each other to fulfill their master's wish. One of them, with an eye torn out, ran as quick as he could to the Ork, a smile on his face. "'Ere ya go bozz!" The Goblin held a large cigar in his hand. "Oi! Thanks, Gubba!" The Ork snatched the cigar from "Gubba". "Now run off and get yerself an eyepatch. It'll make ya look mean!" Gubba ran off, jumping with joy. The Ork abruptly turned on a blowtorch, as the cigar was lit. He put it in his mouth and puffed a cloud of smoke in your direction. Whether it was intentional or not, was your guess. "Eh, da Gretchinz are good for somethin'."