Right Good Thumpin'

Me Boyz 'n me wuz gonna talk to some fings dat was suppozed to help uz get better shootas 'n Truks 'nnat. So we met dem at da big rock on da hill in Shite Valley. One waz a fuggin Space Marine what smelled like me old socks, and de udder was some likkle red fancy boy on a mechanical Squiggoth of some kind. Before we could say anyting about where wuz da free shootas, dough, dey starts tearing into each udder. What a loverly surprise! I wuz feelin a likkle left out, dey wuz havin' all dis fun and I wuz jus' standing dere by dis big rock. So I called me boyz and we gave dem a right good thumpin'. We took all dere shootas afterwards, a' couse, so it wuz a perfect day all around. We iz feeling all good 'n big 'n happy. Nuttin' like a scrap to start yer day off rite.