>Cuz we ain't 'ad a proppa brawlin' chat in bleedin' ages! Me an' dat old git Aunt May don’t even know wot kinda Boy you are no more. You’z skivin' off yer proppa choppin' jobz! You got all dem weird, explosive humie gubbinz in yer cave! An' you'z startin' rumbles at da brain-nob-factory!>I didn’t start dat skrap, I toll' you already, ya git!>Well you zoggin' well finished it, didn't ya?!>Wot was I s'posed to do, leg it like a cowardly Grot?!>Nah, an Ork ain't s'posed to run away from a good krumpin', but...look, Peet, you'z growin' bigga teef. You’z changin'. I went froo da zak same bit of bitin' an' snarlin' when I was a young Yoof.>Nah. Not da same. You didn't 'ave da WAAAGH! in ya.>Peeta...dese are da sezons when a Boy grows into da big, killy Nob he’s gonna be for da rest of 'iz life! Just watch out wot kinda warboss you'z turnin' into. Dat Flash Tompsun git, 'ee prob'ly needed a good smashin' over da noggin. But just cuz you got more dakka an' bigga choppaz to beat 'im up, dat don’t give ya da right to go krumpin' whoever ya want! Listen close, ya git: WIF PROPPA BIG WAAAGH POWER, COMES PROPPA BIG SMASHIN' OF DA RIGHT FINGS!>Are ya zoggin' scared I’m gonna turn into sum flashy Freebooter pirate?! Quit yer whinin' about me, right?! Somefin' weird iz 'appenin' in me bones. I'll figger it out meself! Quit jaw-flappin' an' barkin' orders!>I ain't tryin' to boss ya around, an' I ain't tryin' to preach like a Weirdboy. An' I know I ain't da big Warboss dat spawned ya...>DEN STOP PRETENDIN' TO BE DA BOSS OF ME!>Roight...I’ll bring da Trukk back to pick ya up at ten bongs.
