McGyvork woke up wif a pounding and roaring in his head - and again vowed to never drink with Mad Doc Lechtork again - after sticking his head in da bucket of water placed nearby for cooling metal bits, the roaring continued - as he staggered out into the yard, the first thing he noticed was the stink from the pile of gooey brown . . . .
"Hoy! Which one of you squig sucking grot lovers let a squiggoth in here!:
Jeremy approached cautiously - "Taint a squiggoth boss - we're doing some contract work for da Lizardmen"
Stegadon converted from a 1/35th scale Triceretops (the really bad one from Tamayia) -
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"Right, dat explains da shyte on my boots - but what in da name of Gork is making that roaring noise?"
"Well, boss, while you was drinking last night, you told da grots to strap some rockets on some wheels so you and da Mad Dok could bet teef on dem racing - da grots love em, and da Duke tinks dey are a great new way to blow stuff up"
"Well, Gork!"
Without further adieu, Da Great Panjamdrum -
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