I wrote this after I read a part of my brother's old Ork Codex. One-shot.
"I'da Boss o' u wimpz! U gonna do wat I say or I gonna put your 'eads on mi pointy stick! I'da hand of Gork an' Mork! I' here ta get u boyz to start the killin' o' de weak humies! And if u wanna try and beat me, Gork an' Mork r' gonna smash u da bitz when I' dun wih ya! Ya go' it!"
An Ork War Boss snarled at his mob. He was taller then a Killer Kan, more muscled then any other Ork, and strong enough to throw a Dreadnought a hundred meters with out sweat.
"I fought on da fire deserts o' Armour-Geddem, I smashed de humies an' da metal cities to scrap. I smartr' den a' Mek Boy, more cunnin' den Grot, an' more killy dan Dread. I squished da big Bugz, melted da metil' bone- boyz, slammed da smelly chaos boyz, I crunched on da blue boyz' bonez, I killed da elder-boyz an' girlz, I broke da humie Guardz to piecez, an' I beat da marine-boyz!"
"I blasted my way through da Imperial-Boyz territory, an' I blow up da red Mek planet!" The War Boss turned to the figure sitting on the Golden Throne. "Now I controlz da home of da Humies!" And with one swing of his robo claw, the nameless War Boss silenced the He who once ruled Earth.
The Orks had conquered all. And the Emperor's body fell to the ground, finishing what Horus had started.