Editing Ork fikkshun (section)

===Scene Three===

"Ya really are a stoopid zog, ya know dat, Orgutz?" Gromgark said between bites of his roasted squig, spraying bits and pieces of food across the table with every word.

"Fer da last time, I'm sorry! 'Ow wos I s'posed ta know 'e wosn't pullin' a blasta on ya?" Orgutz replied, throwing his plate right across the room in frustration. "I wos finking 'bout protectin' ya! An' dis is da fanks I get? Zoggin' great!"

"Protekshun? Dat ain't nothin' compared to da protekshun we're gonna need now, grot-zogger! I told ya, dose lootas wos Skumplot's boyz, an' right 'bout now, 'e's gotta be wonderin' who it wos dat krumped 'em. An' when 'e finds out, us two're propa zogged!"

"Wot makes ya fink dey'll find out it wos us? Dere 'as to be hunnerds ov orks wot coulda krumped 'em." Orgutz made a sweeping gesture with his left arm to hammer his point home. Outside the dining hut, hundreds of green shapes were busy fighting, eating and stealing.

"Let's fink abart dis fer a while, den. Skumplot comes fer 'is stolen gubbinz. When 'e gets dere, 'e finds 'is boyz ded an' da gubbinz're gone. So's 'e starts ta fink, jes' like wot we're doin' now. 'E knows da Boss wants 'is gubbinz back. An' when da Boss 'as a problem, who does 'e get ta fikks it?" Gromgark pointed a shiny metal finger at Orgutz, who seemed to think about it hard for a few seconds before suddenly lighting up.

"Dat's us! When da Boss 'as a problem, us lot fikks it!" He exclaimed, excited that he had solved the riddle.

"Dat's right. An' if a zog-brain like you can figger it out, den Skumplot can too. 'E's ded kunnin', dat sonnuva grot. We're zogged, da both a' us."

"So's we best get dose gubbinz to da Boss, den. Even Skumplot ain't stoopid enuff ta take da Boss on." Orgutz said in a nonchalant tone, taking another bite of his snotling-on-a-stick.

"Wot makes ya fink I 'aven't tried dat already? If it wos dat easy, dat would'a been da first fing we did! I ain't 'eard from da Boss since 'fore da misshun. So's wot we got ta do is find a safe place fer da gubbinz an' den try ta keep livin' 'til we kin drop 'em off."

"Arright, I fink I know a guy." Orgutz replied, burping loudly to show the waiter that he didn't have to bring any more food to the table. "'E's a grot, but 'e owes me. Saved 'is green arse when we wos fightin' dem pointy-ears. Got some kinda bettin' operashun down by da pits."

"Dis is yer last chance, ya know. Zog dis up an' ya won't hafta wait fer Skumplot's boyz ta krump ya." Gromgark said as he stood up. "I jes' got sumfing ta take care ov first." Pulling out his slugga and cocking it, Gromgark walked toward the cooking fires in the back of the dining hut. Finding a grot in a crude chef's hat standing by a large pot, he stooped over and tapped it on the shoulder. The grot quickly spun around and looked at the nob with a frightened expression on its face.

"You da cook?" Gromgark asked. The grot nodded nervously. "I jes' wanted ta tell ya dis 'ere wos da best zoggin' squig I've eaten." The nob continued, the grot breathing a sigh of relief. A moment later, there was a loud bang, the grot chef falling backwards into the cooking fire, clutching its chest.

"Wotcha do dat for?" Orgutz asked as they hurriedly left the dining hut and headed for their trukk.

"Well, da way I sees it, dat dere grot 'ad cooked da perfekkt squig. An' a weedy grot like 'im ain't gonna do nuffing better'n dat ever again. 'E's gonna spend da rest ov 'is life tryin' ta live up to dat dere roasted squig wot I jes' ate. I wos jes' sparin' 'im da trouble."

"Yer krazy, ya know dat, right? Zoggin' krazy's wot you are." Orgutz muttered as he unlocked the door and sat down in the driver's seat of the trukk.

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"Enuff wiv da innerdukkshuns!" Gromgark yelled, slamming his massive green fist into the counter, which braely reached his kneecaps. "We jes' need ya ta take care'a dis 'ere bokks 'til we git back. I dun' care 'bout who da lotta ya are or wotcha did ta earn dat dere glowy gubbin ya got on da wall!"

The grot with the apron oddly enough didn't respond with fear, like most other gretchin. Instead he just continued polishing the metal mug he held in his hand with a dirty old rag.

"'E's jes' a bit angry cuz da last job din' go well. 'E's one'a dem perfekkshunists, ya see." Orgutz said apologetically, giving the grot a friendly pat on its tiny shoulder. "Well, we best git goin'! We's got places ta be, an' you's got yer bisniss ta take care ov. Jes' hold on ta dat dere bokks 'til we git back, arright?"

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The two orks left the gambling hole, Gromgark chewing on a large piece of bone he had taken from one of the grots earlier.

"Wotcha actin' like a 'uge zog fer? Da grot's jes' doin' us a favor!" Orgutz asked, obviously annoyed by his companion's behaviour.

"Cuz we's both gonna git krumped, dat's why! We're zogged, ya kin unnerstand dat, right? Propa zogged!" Gromgark shouted back, biting the bone in half. He threw the piece he still held in his hand as far as he could, screaming curses as he did. "Skumplot's boyz'll get us, an' when dey do, 'e's gonna make us wish we ain't never even 'eard ov dose gubbinz. Da only chance we got is ta 'ide da gubbinz an' 'ope 'e wants 'em more dan 'e wants us krumped."

"Yer jes' bein' negutif." Orgutz said reassuringly as he entered the trukk. "Wot's Skumplot gonna do?"

"'Ow 'bout break inta da trukk?" A voice said from the passenger compartment in the back. Oddly enough, it didn't really sound like Gromgark usually did.

"Break inta da trukk! Dat's a good wun! An' 'ow's 'e gonna do dat?" Orgutz laughed, before everything turned black and his head hit the steering wheel with a loud thud.

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When they woke up, both Gromgark and Orgutz found themselves chained to a pair of solid metal chairs, which in turn were bolted to the floor. In front of them stood a rather short mekboy with his entire lower jaw replaced by a metal plate with jagged teeth.

"I bet yer wonderin' wot yer doin' 'ere, right? Well, I'll tell ya, if yer willin ta lissen fer a while." The mek said, scratching his forehead with one of the talons on his power klaw. "I'm Skumplot, an' I fink you two boyz 'ave sumfing wot belongs ta me."

Orgutz opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get as much as a word out, he was struck from behind with what felt like a very large and very heavy blunt object.

"Yer gonna lissen when I'm talkin', boyz." Skumplot said, waving a finger in Orgutz's face as if cautioning a small child. "As I sed, I fink ya 'ave sumfing wot belongs ta me. I also fink you two zogs krumped my boyz back in dat 'ut. An if dere's sumfing I hate, it's havin' some guddfernuffink boyz wot fancy demselves Ghazghkhull Thraka runnin' about an' messin wiv me." Skumplot took a step forward, standing right in front of Gromgark. He grabbed him by the throat with his power klaw and slowly started to squeeze. "So I figger you two ladz owe me an explanashun, an' be kwick abart it!"

"We ain't done nuffing!" Gromgark managed to spit out, despite the grip around his throat hardening with every second.

"Dat right? Well den, I guess I wos wrong." Skumplot said in a mocking tone, letting go of Gromgark's neck and stepping away. "But jes' ta be shure, I'm gonna leave da two ov you wiv Drog 'ere."

An ork smeared with black warpaint stepped out from behind Orgutz and Gromgark, holding a large metal pipe in one of his hands.

"Ya see, Drog used ta 'ang out wiv da Blood Axes, 'e did. Bunch'a sneaky fellas, dose Blood Axes. Teach dere kommandos all kinds ov ways ta 'urt uvvers. Even green fellas like da two a' you. I jes' figger I'll leave 'im wiv da two o' you, see if 'e can make shure ya don't 'ave wot belongs ta me. Dat sounds propa, don't it?"

And with that, Skumplot left the room, leaving the two bound orks with the smiling Drog, who was busy practicing swing with his pipe in the air.

"If you's lot dun' want'a end up like little green flekks on da ground, ya better start talkin'. Skumplot might let ya jes' die wiv yer orkiness left." Drog said, swinging the pipe mere inches from Gromgark's face.

"Go zog a squig, grot-lova!" Orgutz replied, spitting on the floor.

"I fink I'll start by zoggin' da lot o' you first." Drog replied, lifting the pipe high above his head.