If you're on the 40k list, this is an oft requested post by Midwest. Suffice to say, Jon Vogel has an unnatural attraction to the Fair Lady Repanse (Monkey Face).
Wolfpriest: Lord Vogel, may I ask you what-
Vogel: Thou, my good man, thou!
Wolfpriest: uhh, what?
Vogel: Thou, my goodst man! Art we not men, or ist we beasts?
Wolfpriest: uh, okay, well then, uh...Lord Vogel, may I ask *thou* why thy
has chosen a damsel from thy *other* game? Most suredly thou could have
foundeth once in thy own universe. And even if not, surely thou couldst
have done better than the winch you, er, thou-
Vogel: Bite thy tongue, foul Wolfpriest! I askethed you here not to insult
mine most precious flower, as treasured as the oasis in thy most horrid
desert. No, do not forsake her, she has suffered most courageously the ills
of war to be forced into bleedance for thy most outrageous slings and
arrows!
Wolfpriest: Than what *am* I here for? And why didst thou tell Iron Priest
Bob to melt down the hull of thy newest Annihilator <> for
this shiny band of jewelry?
Vogel: Can not you tell, dear brother Wolfpriest, my dear brother who I
have loved as both friend and-
Wolfpriest: How many times dust I have to spake? We wert youthful and full
of the curiousity that flames most uncontrollably in a young man's bosom!!
Vogel: As I was spaking, you art to wed this, my most ugli-ed and
undeserv-ed hand to that beautifucous of palmery that belongeth to the rare
and radiant maiden whometh the angels nameth Monkey-Face...
Wolfpriest: *snigger snigger*
Vogel:...er, Repanse!! Why thou little runt of a flea collar! How darest
thou enter such profan-ed thoughts into my love-struck temple?!!!
Wolf Scout: Lord Vogel, if I may bother you for only a-
Vogel: thou, my son! Sayeth thou, my most virile and handsomest of sons!!"
Wolf Scout: oh...okay...uh...so as I was saying, would...wouldst thou come
here and....uh....so thou thinketh me handsome?
Vogel: Why yes, yes YESSETH my most treasured of pups! The Wolfpriests,
they all said that thou wert nothing but a runt, that thou requiredst too
much of my teat, that thou had suckled too long to be a warrior of any
virtueth or standing, but even now thou has proveth them wrong, my most
lithe and handsome of Warriors. Come! Let us sit aroundst thy lager barrel
and talk ofst bawdy times and the troubles that beseech thee!
Wolfpriest: Wait a minute...where the hell's that Russ-awful racket coming
from?
Vogel: Ah, tis sweet music to thine ears and lips! It tis, it TIS!! Mine
most lovely lady, Repanse, ist arriving with her family!!
Wolfpriest: All I see is a raiding force of Noise Marines and some
girl...maybe a member of the harem or perhaps the personal...oh Russ...oh
dear Russ....they would actually willingly choose her....oh no....oh
my...they are truly perverse, the rumours do them no justice in this, there
leachery and sinfullness!
Vogel: Come now! Let goeth of thy cynical eyes! Open the Fang and let
them enter lest they perish in thy most horrid of midsummer colds, lest too
hat I must wait before ravishing mine eye upon the gracious and most
pellcasting of womanly artforms known as-
Wolfpriest: Alright, alright!!! I'll open the friggin' Fang! By Russ such
travesty shouldst be be hung on thy name!
Iron Priest: Wellst I'll be hoodwinked, snickered, forsoothed, and damned!
There goeth a Noise Marine with a Reaper strengthed Cannon!!
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