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Slimefart Gitsmaka sat on the cast-off Battlewagon tire pondering his next step. His boyz had fought admirably (though Slime didn't know the meaning of the word) versus Calgar's Ultramarines, but Slimefart knew dos 'umies were triksy donkey-caves. The war was not done. He knew de 'umies were up ta sumptin' and he had ta figure it out. His ammo runt noticed the smoke pouring from his ears and temerously intervened.
"Hey Boss," the Grot said. "Ya OK?"
Slime considered firing off his combo weapon in the general direction of the runt, but decided to save his ammo. "I'm ciphering, runt! Don't disturb me!"
"Have Kaptin Badrukk come here! NOW!" The Ork Warboss bellowed, his voice echoing across the camp.
Within minutes, the Flash Git Kaptin reached Slimefart. Out of breath, he gasped, "Yes Boss Fart?"
"I gots a cunnin' plan. Me an my boyz are gonna hit da Ultra's right up da middle. Right in da mouth!" In his excitement, Slimefart Gitsmaka showed how he got his name, producing a tremdous fart that, though a special port in his armor, left a puddle of viscous slime on the ground. "I'ma gonna send da buzzkoptas and rokkit boyz in the front to soften the 'ummies up an' scare 'em a bit. Da boyz an' 'ard boyz will be right behind dem. Goldtoof Stickyfingers is gonna take his Lootas to da left flank an' put pressure on that side o' da line. Da'll push toward da centa an my boyz and 'ard boys will 'it 'em hard in da center. Da boyz, da 'ard boyz, da bikes an' buggies, we all go right up da middle. Killin' da Ultras left an' right."
"Whot's this gotta do with me an' my boyz?"
"Yer boyz have da key job. You're gonna come in on da right flank behind da lines an' bust up doze Ultras. Be careful what you shot, da Kommandos will be comin' in from da other direction."
"An what do we get fer dis service?"
"All da teef ya can collect. Bring yer pliers!"
"We claim all da teef on da battlefield"
"If ya do yer job, you'll have all da teef you want."
Do you like it? It's not the whole story, but the middle.
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