Editing Ork fikkshun (section)

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"Oi, Gromgark, you know wot dem 'umies call dere shootas?" Orgutz said, shifting the trukk into the 13th gear. Green Deff vehicles generally started somewhere along the 10th gear or so, since Warboss Ingork hated having to accelerate before shifting into the higher gears.

"Nah, an' why should I give a zog?" Gromgark replied, picking his teeth with a bone he found in the corner of the trukk's passenger compartment.

"Cuz I say so, ya half-git. Dey's call dere shootas 'boltas'. Can ya believe dat?" Orguts turned the wheel sharply to the left, the entire trukk cringing. "I tell ya, I've been fightin' 'umies since I was a wee git an' I never heard no shoota make dat kinda noise. It jes' dun' make no sense."

Gromgark sighed, threw his tooth-picking bone to the side and leaned his back against the trukk's side. "Wot 'bout rokkits? Dey don't make no rokkit sound neither. Dey jes' kinda make dis 'fffsshhh' sound and den dey 'splode. An' snazzguns jes' sound like a couple'a shootas strapped tagether."

Orgutz stroked his chin, thinking really hard about what Gromgark just said. It was true that sometimes orks named their weapons after what they did and not what they sounded like, but what was a 'bolt'? But after a few seconds of hard thinking, his head started to hurt like that one time he got into a headbutting contest with the cybork Ugsnik. So he did what any self-respecting ork would do and pretended the conversation never happened.

"You hear wot dem screamin' 'umies wiv dem fancy 'ats do? Ol' Wotzutz tole me after we fought dose bugs on Hucks-Eyes."

"Wot, ya mean like dat 'umie wot krumped Orsnit? Da wun wiv da glowin' choppa?" Gromgark answered, yawning loudly. He looked like he would have fallen asleep long ago if it hadn't been for the fact that the trukk was constantly bouncing back and forth, probably due to the breakneck speed it was moving at.

"Yup, dat's da wun. So Wotzutz, 'e tells me da 'umies got dis fing called 'eresy, right?"

"'Eresy? Sounds weird..."

"Dun' hafta tell me. See, 'eresy's dere word fer unorky. Some git tries ta run away from a propa fight, it's 'eresy. Some git tries ta act like 'e's da boss when 'e's small an' weedy an' dun' 'ave no dakka either, it's 'eresy. So da 'umie wiv da fancy 'at, 'e's da 'umie nob. Anyone give 'im lip an' 'e jes' puts a slug in 'is 'ead. Zoggin' orky, it is! An' cuz 'umies are all da same size, 'e wears da 'at so da uvvers can see 'e's da boss."

"Wot about if 'e looses da 'at, den? Or wot if da uvver lads can't see 'im cuz 'e's too small? How dey gonna know who's da boss? Dey shoulda give 'im speshul shoes wot makes 'im look bigger. Dat woulda been da shmott fing ta do."

"Dey fink dey have beaten us lot. I fink it's safe ta say dey ain't shmott." Orgutz replied, suddenly slamming his massive green foot on the brakes. The trukk stopped surprisingly fast, tires screeching. The sudden stop threw the unprepared Gromgark headfirst into the passenger seat, a loud crunching sound echoing through the trukk as the ork's skull hit the metal.

"WOT DA ZOG DO YA FINK YER DOIN', YA GROT-LOVER!" Gromgark shouted furiously, drawing the knife he had made from a hormagaunt's talon during the fighting on Huxis Prime. Orgutz just turned around, a big grin revealing rows of gold-plated, crooked fangs.

"We's 'ere."

Gromgark looked at Orgutz for a second, and then started smiling too. Rising to his feet, he unholstered his slugga and cocked it. "Let's rokk."