He felt like he was back home at a convention, listening to the Warhammer40k Ork players role playing their favorite race again. He shook his head, before pointing to the biggest one. "Well, uzze be the biggest and nastiest looking grot o' dese gits, so I'z gonna gut you like a dwaf and put uzze head on a spiky stick and putz it on my armor. And then you bezz a trophy and not scared of nuffin. Then I bezz the boss, and I will show dezze gits how to be right WAAAAAAAGH!"<br/><br/>If they didn't seem impressed, he discharged the flamethrower at the one he had pointed at, before counter-charging them.