DA BOSS SAID “GET TA DA FIGHT FAST”. I FOUND A ROCKET
Boss Grabgutz was yellin’ again. ‘WE’Z MISSIN’ ALL DA STOMPIN’!’ he roared, kickin’ a Grot across da scrap-heap. He looked straight at me an’ growled, ‘YOU! GET TA DA FIGHT FAST OR I’LL KRUMP YA MESELF!’
Now, a smart Ork knows dat when da Boss wants speed, ya don’t just run with your legs. Ya find somethin’ dat goes BOOM. I saw dis big, shiny rocket sittin’ dere, lookin’ all lonely. It looked fast. It looked loud. But it didn’t have enough dakka. So, I grabbed two big sticks of dynamite, lit ’em up with me cigar, and hopped on dat metal beast!
As da engine sparked and da black smoke started chokin’ everyone, I realized I forgot one tiny fing… I forgot da brakes! But den I remembered: ORKS DON’T NEED BRAKES, WE ONLY NEED MORE FIRE! Now I’m flyin’ straight at da humies like a green comet of pure chaos. Da wind is rippin’ me goggles off, da smell of promethium is beautiful, and I’m pretty sure dis rocket is gonna explode before I even hit da ground. But hey, da Boss wanted fast, right? WAAAGH!
