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Some belated review-things:
Gitstompa: Ikkit, yoo git! Wez back in ‘ere doing dese stoopid story fings again, wot da acshual zog?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Scent-look, Gitstompa…it was this-this or scent-selling your kidney-flesh again…I scent-think they grow back…
Gitstompa: Wot…?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Any-anyway this Is Ikkit Snowscoop, weather-rat for Skavenblight Underground Radio…and with-with me again is Gitstompa, our radio-thing’s Orc Sport Commentator-thing.
Gitstompa: Jus…jus get on wiv it ya git…
Ikkit Snowscoop: Yes-yes…we have been brought-brought in today to review more of these scale-thing stories…so let-let us scent-begin!
Story One:
Gitstompa: Wot da zog?! Iz yoo tellin’ me dat scale-boy ended up in a fite fer etern…inte…etah…fer a long zoggin’ time! And dey iz makin’ it sound sad?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Mmm well next-next time warp-thing rift opens…you can scent-go through, Gitstompa.
Gitstompa: Hurhur…yoo iz da best Ikkit, even if yoo iz puny like a grot…
Ikkit Snowscoop: Story-thing had some nice-nice weather-thing mentions, Ikkit scent-liked that. Felt slow-slow in places, mostly scale-things ramble-squeaking.
Gitstompa: Dat fite woz sumfink tho…dat shield bash inta dat horn git’z face woz music ta me earz!
Ikkit Snowscoop: I also scent-think there was some-some kind of reference-thing to some-something in this piece. But is not-not my thing.
Gitstompa: I wish I ‘ad one of dem scale-thingz dey ride on…a red wun…hurhurhur…
Story Two:
Gitstompa: An’ dat iz why yooz rat-gitz nevah win and why da greenskinz iz way bettah at krumpin’
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Audibly sighs* Gitstompa…green-things fight-slay each other more-more than mighty-great Skaven…we kill-slay each other with more-more style and clever-smarts.
Gitstompa: Didn’t seem clevah-smert ta me, Ikkit. Dey just cowered like grotz…’ow iz yoo gitz even a threat?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Well clear-clearly not these fool-meat! No-no, that is why-why you have rival-thing leader murder-slain and army-thing take-taken into your own-own.
Gitstompa: …Wuldn’t anuvva wun try ta bootray yer tho?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Yes-yes, almost cert-certainly. However, Gitstompa, they would have less-less power-strength than the Warlord-thing you kill-slew, more-more chance of other rivals take-grabbing their power, yes-yes?
Gitstompa: …Wot iz wrong wiv just krumpin’ da scale-boyz over da ‘ead? Dis iz just stoopid…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …any-anyway, theme-thing was on point-point, I scent-feel like more-more maybe could have been said-squeaked from view-thing of scale-things. Scale-things were not-not focus and any-any other weak-lesser race-things could have change-replaced them.
Gitstompa: Except greenskinz! Wez’d take dat fite to da ratties!
Ikkit Snowscoop: …Indeed…Gitstompa…indeed…
Story Three:
Ikkit Snowscoop: …This-this scent-reminds of the time-time some fool-meat inverted the weather-thing chart predictions…
Gitstompa: Yoo mean dat time yoo squeaked dat da wevver wuld be hot an’ sunni?
Ikkit Snowscoop: …
Gitstompa: An’ instead we ‘ad dat snow and dat squignado?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Point-thing is that first-firstly it was not-not my fault…
Gitstompa: …But yoo do yer own ree-serch and dat, cos yoo iz ‘da only best-best git ‘oo can do it’.
Ikkit Snowscoop: …Point-thing is that first-firstly it was not-not my fault…secondly, misread-reading or not scent-seeing the nasty-bad forest-things for the tree-things can scent-happen. Even to fool-things like those toad-things.
Gitstompa: Dat toad-boy shoulda just got straight to da fightin’, all dis delay and finkin’…ugh…finkin’. Dey missed a great fite, like a sport commin-tater countin’ da antz crawlin’ on ‘iz reportin’ desk (and krumpin’ dem) and missin’ da Uggbag’z Blitzerz makin’ da touchdown dat won dem da Bloodbowl Grand Cup…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …I scent-thought they fire-sacked you for take-stealing Bloodbowl Bob’s Orca-Cola…
Gitstompa: …dat…dat didn’t help…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …we also must speak-squeak about how-how you have been scent-stealing my Skavenade…but yes-yes…a very cunning-smart way the author-meat dealt with the theme-thing.
Story Four:
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Maniacal chittering laughter* Stupid dwarf-thing! Scent-serves it right-right! And that fool-meat of a Skaven…heheheheh…Oh I scent-like this one!
Gitstompa: …But dere woz little real krumpin’…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …But-but they were a writhing ball-thing of beard-fur and fur-fur and thrash-thrashing limb-meat. Sure-surely that was fight-thing enough, no-no?
Gitstompa: …But dere woz no blud or kumped in ‘eadz…none of dem gitz died…
Ikkit Snowscoop: But-but they had worse-worse fate-things…
Gitstompa: Dey did?! Nah nah mate…da stunty iz no longer a stunty and seemz ta be dead killy now, and da rattie just made iz matez more krumpier…
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Sighs* I scent-give up…Scent-look fool-meat listening to us. This piece-thing was silly-strange but was much-much enjoyable for it. You scent-have Ikkit’s vote-thing.
Gitstompa: *Grumbles*
Gitstompa: Ikkit, yoo git! Wez back in ‘ere doing dese stoopid story fings again, wot da acshual zog?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Scent-look, Gitstompa…it was this-this or scent-selling your kidney-flesh again…I scent-think they grow back…
Gitstompa: Wot…?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Any-anyway this Is Ikkit Snowscoop, weather-rat for Skavenblight Underground Radio…and with-with me again is Gitstompa, our radio-thing’s Orc Sport Commentator-thing.
Gitstompa: Jus…jus get on wiv it ya git…
Ikkit Snowscoop: Yes-yes…we have been brought-brought in today to review more of these scale-thing stories…so let-let us scent-begin!
Story One:
Gitstompa: Wot da zog?! Iz yoo tellin’ me dat scale-boy ended up in a fite fer etern…inte…etah…fer a long zoggin’ time! And dey iz makin’ it sound sad?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Mmm well next-next time warp-thing rift opens…you can scent-go through, Gitstompa.
Gitstompa: Hurhur…yoo iz da best Ikkit, even if yoo iz puny like a grot…
Ikkit Snowscoop: Story-thing had some nice-nice weather-thing mentions, Ikkit scent-liked that. Felt slow-slow in places, mostly scale-things ramble-squeaking.
Gitstompa: Dat fite woz sumfink tho…dat shield bash inta dat horn git’z face woz music ta me earz!
Ikkit Snowscoop: I also scent-think there was some-some kind of reference-thing to some-something in this piece. But is not-not my thing.
Gitstompa: I wish I ‘ad one of dem scale-thingz dey ride on…a red wun…hurhurhur…
Story Two:
Gitstompa: An’ dat iz why yooz rat-gitz nevah win and why da greenskinz iz way bettah at krumpin’
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Audibly sighs* Gitstompa…green-things fight-slay each other more-more than mighty-great Skaven…we kill-slay each other with more-more style and clever-smarts.
Gitstompa: Didn’t seem clevah-smert ta me, Ikkit. Dey just cowered like grotz…’ow iz yoo gitz even a threat?!
Ikkit Snowscoop: Well clear-clearly not these fool-meat! No-no, that is why-why you have rival-thing leader murder-slain and army-thing take-taken into your own-own.
Gitstompa: …Wuldn’t anuvva wun try ta bootray yer tho?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Yes-yes, almost cert-certainly. However, Gitstompa, they would have less-less power-strength than the Warlord-thing you kill-slew, more-more chance of other rivals take-grabbing their power, yes-yes?
Gitstompa: …Wot iz wrong wiv just krumpin’ da scale-boyz over da ‘ead? Dis iz just stoopid…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …any-anyway, theme-thing was on point-point, I scent-feel like more-more maybe could have been said-squeaked from view-thing of scale-things. Scale-things were not-not focus and any-any other weak-lesser race-things could have change-replaced them.
Gitstompa: Except greenskinz! Wez’d take dat fite to da ratties!
Ikkit Snowscoop: …Indeed…Gitstompa…indeed…
Story Three:
Ikkit Snowscoop: …This-this scent-reminds of the time-time some fool-meat inverted the weather-thing chart predictions…
Gitstompa: Yoo mean dat time yoo squeaked dat da wevver wuld be hot an’ sunni?
Ikkit Snowscoop: …
Gitstompa: An’ instead we ‘ad dat snow and dat squignado?
Ikkit Snowscoop: Point-thing is that first-firstly it was not-not my fault…
Gitstompa: …But yoo do yer own ree-serch and dat, cos yoo iz ‘da only best-best git ‘oo can do it’.
Ikkit Snowscoop: …Point-thing is that first-firstly it was not-not my fault…secondly, misread-reading or not scent-seeing the nasty-bad forest-things for the tree-things can scent-happen. Even to fool-things like those toad-things.
Gitstompa: Dat toad-boy shoulda just got straight to da fightin’, all dis delay and finkin’…ugh…finkin’. Dey missed a great fite, like a sport commin-tater countin’ da antz crawlin’ on ‘iz reportin’ desk (and krumpin’ dem) and missin’ da Uggbag’z Blitzerz makin’ da touchdown dat won dem da Bloodbowl Grand Cup…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …I scent-thought they fire-sacked you for take-stealing Bloodbowl Bob’s Orca-Cola…
Gitstompa: …dat…dat didn’t help…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …we also must speak-squeak about how-how you have been scent-stealing my Skavenade…but yes-yes…a very cunning-smart way the author-meat dealt with the theme-thing.
Story Four:
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Maniacal chittering laughter* Stupid dwarf-thing! Scent-serves it right-right! And that fool-meat of a Skaven…heheheheh…Oh I scent-like this one!
Gitstompa: …But dere woz little real krumpin’…
Ikkit Snowscoop: …But-but they were a writhing ball-thing of beard-fur and fur-fur and thrash-thrashing limb-meat. Sure-surely that was fight-thing enough, no-no?
Gitstompa: …But dere woz no blud or kumped in ‘eadz…none of dem gitz died…
Ikkit Snowscoop: But-but they had worse-worse fate-things…
Gitstompa: Dey did?! Nah nah mate…da stunty iz no longer a stunty and seemz ta be dead killy now, and da rattie just made iz matez more krumpier…
Ikkit Snowscoop: *Sighs* I scent-give up…Scent-look fool-meat listening to us. This piece-thing was silly-strange but was much-much enjoyable for it. You scent-have Ikkit’s vote-thing.
Gitstompa: *Grumbles*
