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The squid you eat turns out to have a rare toxin that causes you to get thr compulsive urge to to purchase 1000 pyrovore models. Good lucking finding a use for em.

While you run off i reclaim the hill and declare my hill...

I use the bounty of Tyranid goodness as spiky projectiles to fire from my Pyrovore cannon in order to drive you from

My hill...while dipping deliciously golden fried Calamari in spicy marinara sauce. Nom, nom...Orcs, putting the "omni" in "omnivore".

A troop of brownies runs you off of My Hill.

I deploy a squad of noise marines to put on a heavy metal concert, driving your brownies, screaming and crying, from


My hill.

My squid fall back and return with large tanks on mechanical tenticles firing shells of solid forged bacon and Lego bricks filled with napalm.

Re claim thr hill in a barage of fire and raise a tall flag pole so all can see this is

My hill.

I tear down flag pole and use it to swat away ridiculous squid tanks from

My hill.

I stuff you into the hole the flagpole came out of, then use the pole to driv you into the ground like a nail. Then I console my frightened brownie troop on My Hill.

Orc too big for puny hole...I skewer brownies on pole, roast them over fire, add a little squid seasoning and make kabob treats for boyz on

My hill.

Your dark and horrific sacrifice draws the attention of Chaos.
My legions arrive and add you and your ork rabble to the pyres.
We then summon an enormous Sta-Puft marshmallow man which we skewer with the pole and toast over the fire on


My hill.

Ibsee all this jersey, and summon the ancient sea god to clense this hill of your dark gods.

My squid watch as waves of flying explosive puffer fish who devour your legions.

My hill, I raise a a tower built of sponge and glow in the dark coral.

Now I have a palace on my hill.

Not anymore. Me and the ladz ride our Boars all over silly little palace, reducing it to small pebble sized rubble and then rake it into a Japanese garden...Orcs need to chill some times too, but only on

My hill.

The raking disturbs my zombies, who lurk just below the ground. They rise amongst the chillin' orks, and devour their small unused brains. Then they vigilantly guard My Hill.

Napalm sticks to zombies too!

My legions nape the hill with an air strike.

I then issue bags of marshmallows to the troops and we resume chillin on


My hill.

I leave my lab cackling.

I unless a Sarah Palin, Donald trump, spider, squid and orky hybrid mutant force armed with only the finest bright pink giant fly swatters.

I reclaim thr hill with somthibf so horrific that you run in fear.
My hill... Now where did I leave my book..

I am become Hill, mountain of moles.

My Hill.

You are easily distracted by haz cheeseburgers, now get off of

My hill...back to chillin'.

The health inspector condems your grill and evicts you from the hill.

I pay him a bonus, claim thr hill and erect a statue of a mighty squid made of pure doom rider cocaine.

Ha.. My hill.

I reposess the hill and you lose your erection on My Hill.

Man, you go out to meet some friends, come back and find blow and Jack-o-Lanterns all over

My hill.

The Jack O' Lanterns have big pointy teeth, which they use to devour you, on My Hill.

Jack-o-Lanterns, driving off the Waaagh? You gourd-a be kidding me! I "squash" your attempts at usurpation, now roll off of

My hill.

At this time of year, any Jack O' Lanterns still about are filled with the rot of Nurgle. The spores are released and your Waaah goes gagging and wheezing off of My Hill.

I release a ravenous swarm of angry honey badgers and you are all quickly driven from


My hill.

Yeah, but they soon leave because 'Honey Badger don't care", now back to your regularly scheduled Waaagh on

My hill.

I distract your waaaugh with a bright shiny thing and re-take my hill.

I distract you with a bag of Halloween candy and retake the hill.

I take the further precaution of squidproofing the hill against the advent of any invasion by jhe90.

Squid proof doesn't stop Squigs...once again, I chillax on

My hill.

Squid proofing.. But what's ig they could fly.

I get some puffer fish filled with helium, some see weed and and such and build some flying squid.

We fly over the defences, land and retake the hill off thr greenskin hoards and then fortify and lay a wall of coral around my hill.

I overrun your hill with a battalion of sushi chefs who make short work of your minions.

I then chill out with endless sushi on


My hill.

The squid shake there tenticles in anger and step aside as a phalanx of elite armoured crab warriors clad in nuclear powered armour*

They retake the hill slicing your chefs into chunks and mailing them back to your evil lair*

My hill.