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10:15 Cod' Ate Damestik Dispoot (The camera focuses on two Nobz, Krakka and Kop. They are driving to the hut of a disturbance involving gretchin. As they pull up, the camera pans to a group of grots fighting in the dirt.) Krakka: Luk's lik' we'z got a live 'un, Koppy boy. Kop: Yup, an' don' kall me Koppy boy. Krakka: Shooore. Waddaeva' U say pal. (Krakka and Kop turn off the engine and exit the vehicle. The mob of grots continue to kill, maim and destroy each other.) Kop: (Slapping his choppa in his hand) Oi, wot'z dis? Krakka: Awrite, me boyz, wot's goin' on 'ere? (The grots continue to fight. Kop looks to Krakka who draws his shoota and fires a shot into the crowd. A grot near the top falls to the ground dead. The fighting stops immediately as the shots retorts into the steamy Angelis night.) Grots: AAAARRGH! Git off willya! Kool it, it'z da Orkz. Krakka: Now dat I gotz yoose boyz attenshun. Were's yoor Minda'? Grot 1: We don't kall 'em Minderz anymoore, dey're Slava's. Kop: !@#$#$% politikally curekt runtz. An' I supoze you kall dem stunties, Squats? Right? Grot 2: Squats? Wot er' dose? Krakka: (Looking menacing) U gittin' smart wit us? Grot 2: No, no, no, no....dat'z not wot I ment! Krakka: I'll lit it slyd for now. Now wot's da meenin of all dis rakkit? Grot 1: We wirn't doin' nuttin' rong, 'onest Mr. Ork! Kop: Well, yoo was figtin'. Ya got uh purmit fa dat? Grot 2: Purmit? Wot do we need uh purmit for? Krakka: Cuz' da Boss don't wont no Grotz gitten 'urt. Grot 2: Whyz dat? Kop: Cuz den' we kant kick yoose guyz around den. Krakka: (Laughs.) Dat's right Koppy boy. Kop: Don' kall me Koppy boy! Krakka: Sure woteva' yoo say Koppy boy. Kop: Stop it, or I'm gunna give ya a choppa' sanwich. Krakka: Koppy boy! Koppy boy! Koppy boy! Kop: (Swings his choppa at Krakka) Now yoo' iz gunna git it! Krakka: (Ducks) Koppy boy! Koppy boy! Koppy boy! Kop: (Swings again.) DON'T KALL ME DAT'! (At this point, the camera pans to where the grots are standing. In the back several grot are starting to run.) Krakka: (Ducks again) HA! Yoo swing lik' won of dose pansie Dork Angles! Kop: I'm gunna duff yoo sooo 'ard! Krakka: Next ting yoo know, yoo'll be wherein' dresses an' lookin' fur anudder dress-wherein pansie wit' a swoord. (Kop finally conncects wit the choppa, Krakka falls to the ground.) Kop: HA! Dat's wot yoo git! (While on the ground Krakka lifts his shoota and shoots Kop in the head. Kop falls to the ground dead.) Krakka: Dern, dat's a reel shame. He'da been cute wit' a nice long hair squig. (Cue music) "Greenskins, Greenskins, whatcha gunna doo? Whathca gunna do wen dey cum fer yoo?" End.

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