Gromsnok had alreadu buggered off back to his own ship. Zog if he was going to wait for his underlings to find some hoomie to work with. He had explained his plan to a group of boyz that were just muckin' about, with the express caveat that he would be krumin all of them if they didn't follow his plan to the letter.<br/><br/>As he wansered about, he came upon a convoy of grots lugging various gubbins back to the ship. He briefly inspected the load for anything too valuable for grots to have, but was dissapointed to see no such thing. As he was still filled with fervor for fighting, he decided to go bully the grots a bit. He initially just shouted to the grots. "Oi ya gitz, whatcha carrying those gubbins for?" The grots, shocked by the sudden shouting from the bigg boss of the entire krew.<br/><br/>After a moment, one of the grots, apparantly the boss of the group, stepped up, or rather, was kicked forward by his brethren. "Um... we're lootin da ship boss. Ain't dat what we always do when all da hoomiez have been krumped?" Gromsnok didn't answer this. he just stared... and stared... and stared...<br/><br/>Eventually, the grots deicded to break the silence. "Um boss... what are we waiting for?" Gromsnok breathed deeply and shouted down the foremost grot from point blank range. "I Iz waiting for ya grots to get back ta lootin already!" And with that said, he kicked the grot leader, sending the little green creature careening through the air.<br/><br/>Sufficiently satisfied with his 'Genuis kunning' with which he had tricked the grots, he tromped off towards the ship. As he stepped back into the familiar red and metal-colored interior of his vessel, he grabbed a shouta boy by the collar. "Tell da meks down in da enjun room we're flying elsewhere. We found a planet to loot and we're gonna loot it good.