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*Kpow* "Brother Captain Hgrrl, I see that you have missed yonder Dark Eldar Pirate Scum. By your leave, let me see your bolter." "Iron Priest Jnarl, I appreciate your offer, here." Fiddle fiddle, adjust... "Ahh, I think I have it. The churl who cleaned your boltgun last night left a fingerprint on the range sensor. Those churlish churls. You just can't get them to do the job right. By Leman's Balls, I will have them all whipped..." "Look Jnarl, another DE scum, I shall try again, by the Emperor!" *Kpow* "Looks like you missed again, sir. Let me see your bolter again." Fiddle, fiddle, adjust... "Ahhh, I see it sir. There's a spec of dirt on the gyro-stabilizing recoil compensator detector. Let me just clean it off.... Here you go sir." "Ahh, Good! By the Emperor, I shall show these heathen DE now what the Emperor's wrath feels like!" *Kpow* "Ummh, Jnarl..." "Right sir! Let me see, ahh yes, the heavy atmposhere compensator is out of adjustment, I'll just adjust.... Try it again, sir." *Kpow* "You still seem to have missed yet again, sir. Let me just see your weapon one more..." "Never mind, Jnarl, I think I have isolated the source of my constant poor marksmanship. I shall now eliminate it with my more trustworthy boltpistol." "Uhhhm, sir? You're pointing that at _me_!" *Kpow--thud* "I know." *shrrriiinng* "Ah! By Russ, I've been wounded by one of those thrice cursed Dark Eldar. Apothecary!" "Right here sir! Here's a band-aid for your boo-boo..." And so it goes... End. |
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