"Quit slacking off, Motherf**ker!" shouted Winsha, delivering a kick to the back of a rotund orc who was downing alcohol.
The bottle of alcohol flew off into the air, spilling its contents. The orc fell on his face, screaming curses at their leader, which earned him another kick.
"The goblins reported an anomaly," the chief orc announced. "They say there's a monster with purple eyes, draped in night clothing. It comes down from the sky, ravages their numbers, and doesn't even leave a corpse behind."
"Ahh, boss, those limp-dick goblins are just saying that so they can slack off," said an orc warrior from behind him. "Don't take them seriously..."
"There are already three teams of goblins that went missing, and motherf**ker, you're telling me not to take it seriously?" the orc child growled.
"It's just goblins," said the rotund orc from the ground. Instead of getting up, he was checking if there was any more alcohol left in the bottle."
