DA BOYZ IZ ‘ERE!
– Boss, are we goin’ in sneaky-like? – squeaked a Grot, hidin’ behind a bit of rusted scrap.
– Sneaky is for dem dead-beat gits in purple! – the Mek barked, clippin’ him round the ear. -Boyz! On da count of free!
– DA BOYZ IZ ‘ERE! – the mob roared so loud the turret fell off a nearby tank.
– But Boss, we’s still miles from da city… now they’ll be ready for us!
– Good! Now they’s scared! Waitin’ for your turn to get krumped is part of da plan! WAAAGH!
