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Badsnaga chose to ignore the Dok. Those Painboyz were also so stuck up, never stopped complaining! He did enjoy having blood back in his veins instead of the ground, though. Burns would make it hard to work too, and he couldn't have that. Not now, no. Now was the time for SCIENCE! Orky science, anyway.

As he banged, bashed, glued, welded, broke, resembled and generally did whatever "made sense" he couldn't help but think to himself that someday Orky kind would look back on this moment and declare, "Oi! Da Mekboy, Badsnaga. 'Es jussa smart as Orkimedes!" He wasn't, and they wouldn't. He was however smart enough to assemble his fever dream of a Trukk in the span of a couple hours. The "Waagh'a" he called it.

It was large, ramshackle and held together with psychic energy for the most part. It was taller than any other Trukk, and more heavily armored. Even the wheels were shieled, and the back was a simple bed left wide open with a Tellyporta dead center. And of course, every possible inch was painted red. Even the Tellyporta. With a massive gleam of pride in his eye he turned to Kapptain and howled a Waaagh.

"Oi, oi, oi! This'a'i. Zoggin' fing 'orks jus fine, I bet ya, I does. Now we 'an 'ave da 'ole crew down 'ere while wez drivan. Gunna 'ave plenta'boyz by da 'ime we get ta dem 'umies!"