Alroight ya gitz, here is da chaptur. If ya, ejuy it or get krumped.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH
The small boss looked at Da Boss with fear but he did not back down. He simply couldn`t do it as it would mean almost instant death from the Orkz surrounding him. His choppa that earlier seemed to be the biggest in the horde now felt small and impotent when compared to the giant lump of steel held by Da Boss.
-Zog, aint that da famus Boss, me heard some talk `bout ya. Da Green slayer, Clobbing Doom. Sum say even Mork and Gork have their eyes on ya. Iz came to krump ya and take dis boyz for meself…
He wanted to say something more but Da Boss started to explain him without a word
You see, in normal cases to explain something is to tell someone about a thing in a language that will be easy to understand for them and will allow a full understanding of the subject at hand. To quickly explain something is to do it very fast or in as few words as possible.
In Ork culture you do not explain something, you explain someone which translates to beating them until they die. In this particular case, the small boss was beeing quickly explained by Da Boss. Of course, he tried to fight back and win by some sort of miracle, but Gork and Mork do not work that way. They will aid Orkz when they fight other species but when they fight among themselves then the might is right.
Da Boss attacks were quick strong and brutal, he was mixing upwards swings with feints and occasional punches or head buts. This in part with him being much larger than his opponent made a deadly combination. Small boss managed to block one swing and counter but head but quickly stopped him in his tracks. Small boss lay on the ground covered in blood and tried to crawl away.
-Oi, were iz dat big talk you had. Ya said ya ill guna krump me?
The small boss looked at Da Boss with fear that was paralyzing him, he even tried to call his boyz to help him but they did not move a finger. The duel was a holy ritual when the boss is decided and they would never even consider interrupting it.
- Do not run away choppshot, come! Fight me! Krump me! Give me a hug! – Da Boss said and spread his arms ready for a hug.
-Ya, what da zog!!! – Small boss shat himself and tried to run away but this disappointed and angered Da Boss. With swift moves, Boss caught the poser's head with one hand.
-Ya know whot? Ya are even worse than Lobs shit! Get lost – He lifted him high in the air and smashed the small Ork into the ground. Other Orks took a step back while looking in awe, then they cheered. Some boyz started to fight each other from happiness. Well most of them started to fight each other from happiness but no one questioned the status of Da Boss as he was the biggest, foightiest, greenest, and Da Meanest Ork of them all.
After a few hours, the festival of violence ended and Doc again had lotz of work to do. He wanted to start his vaccination program on new boyz but since it, lotz of dayz had passed since the last vaccination, he just injects his weird concoction into anyone who was at hand, even Boss wasn`t spared. This gave Doc experience of short-distance flying, and he liked that feeling very much, this would later become a horror story of many WAAAAGHS.
Overall, the WAAAGH size almost doubled with the new boyz and since this reminded Boss about the old settlement he ordered to regularly chuck up on it and bring fresh meet, as he wanted soon to come out and find something more to krump.
Unbeknownst to him, the good krumping he was dreaming about would soon reach him, as some umies managed to sneak out after the first attempt and reported news about the large Ork horde in the kingdom. The Drums of War were beating, but only a few were destined to enjoy their sound.
Expect Orks, Orks love the war no matter the result or cause.