The Oh, Last Last time on, on, the crew.

Grunk de-Oque commando, Kortag de-Oque pain boy,

or the-ok Weird Boy, and Peases the Ork Meck Boy was mucking about at the war camp of the black cragoons,

the new war band under the leadership of War Boss Gadzooks Rick Smasher.

The boys was making ready to fight off with some yumies by putting up some boys jiblets back together, making some worky beats start working again and

scouting out the enemy's boys and blowing up their splody bits.

Then the fighting started and much crumping was had but even though the boys were stronger than the

umies they was beat real nice like suddenly droppods crashed all over the battlefield knocking old boys clean out.

Nobody knows what happened between dinner now, but one thing's for sure, they don't know where the heck they is, but it's all clean and fancy. Boy who's this getting a chair?

So you're sitting all four of you are sitting side to side in chairs. You're not strapped in or anything, but you can

tell this is not really like a friendly situation. This is, this has a bit more of a what the humans might call professionalism attached to it.

The silhouette figure in the chair.

So you're you look...

So you say it looks pretty crumpy?

Uh, it...

No, not really crumpy.

Not really crumpy at all. This place actually looks fairly clean. A lot of a lot of holograms you can see in the background actually a lot of

technological stuff far beyond any of your scopes.

Um, but

the silhouet figure he leans back in his chair.

Let's make a deal, shall we?

Well, it depends on what kind of deal you be talking about.

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