I do not own anything to do with games workshop. I'm not touching that with a power sword.

Gargrutz picked up the radio as it made that weird buzzy sound. He smashed it on a rock, then said ' Mekky Teethy Tek suport. Wat you git want?'

'Er you, I bought dis Shokk Attak Gun from you gitz, and itz brokk! Now you cum' and fix it!'

Gargrutz gulped some beer. Why couldn't he just tell them to piss off? That was what you got for signing up with a mek's scrap shop. Plenty of teff, but not enough fun. Well, it'd be worth it for a new bike. And that crazy paint that was yellow, but also red! Amazing stuff, but you had to get a warbosses toof horde to get it.

'Al right' he said. 'Have yu checked dere's a snottling inside it?' he asked.

'Hold on' the ork replied, and he heard a bashing of metal ad grot screams. 'Yep, dere's defin-at-lee a snottling in dere. I put in too extra to be sure.'

'Al right den- have you tried firing it after hiting against a big rock?'

'Give me sec, you bleading grot!' the mek screamed. There was a thumb, and the sound of an explosion through the radio.

'Al right,' Gargrutz asked. 'Wat happn'd?'

'I hit me trukk.'

'Yeh, and den wat?'

'It turned inta a squig?'

Gargrutz paused. 'Datz a bit odd,'

'Yuh tellin me? Now wat you grotz gunna do about it?'

'Well, datz not too bad, is it? Tink about it. You wanna blam some grunts trukk, pull der triger, den itz lunch. Does der job, dunnit?'

'Well dats all good now. But wat about earlier?'

'Wat happened den?'

'A rok endud up a group of humies. Demm Space Marine boyz.'

'Relly? Wat it doin' now?'

'Killin me grotz. So I needz dis tink to work! So, get dis tink workin rit?'

'Well, dat's hard, see?' Gargrutz said, picking his script. 'How about, you return it, see, and we give you power klaw for it. Got it rit here. Nearly new. Stolen rit from dere maker.'

'A bit late for dat now, in it? Wat do I do to mak sure it killz dem humies down dere?'

Gargzutz thought about it. He could here gunfire over the radio has he drank his beer. 'You could shot dem? Itz not bad dakka?'

'But datz wat got me inta dis mess? Wat if dey turn inta more humies?'

'Well, letz hav a tink, right?' Gargutz began. 'So, you fired it twice, rit? So you dinn't die the first time, and you dinn't die the last time? So dat means, it'll be fine now! So, giv it a wurl, and if it dun't work, I'll send some git round with all new spanky dakka! Dat sound good or wat?'

The radio wasn't silent. Then 'Ok, let me givez it a shot.' There was a pause, and Gargrutz went to refill his beer.

When he got back, he asked. 'So den? How'd it go?'

'Well, dere's no humies now.'

'See, it were the best litle tink -'

'But dey all turned into carnifex'z.'

Gargrutz paused. 'Let me transfer you to da delivery gitz. Dey'll send you a new kannon.'