ANGRY MARINES

ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTE, FUCKNUGGET.

Sergeant Ragequit was having a bad day.

First, that fucking dick Eldrad destroyed the rhino that was meant to be getting him into those fucking greenskin's pasty-ass faces, with squig piss no less.

No, a single commissar was beating him in a game requiring great skill, patience and focus, as well as a fantastic poker face-

"FUCKFACE! GOT ANY TWO'S?"
"Go fish." Commissar Egar said calmly, his thick accent impenetrable. Growling, Ragequit did so.

"Got any two's?" Egar asked with a grin.
"FUCK YOU!" He passed over the twos. Smirking, Egar glanced over his hand.

"So…got any…fives?"
"NO, CUNT! GO FUCKING FISH!"
Egar's jaw dropped. "…but…I was certain…CUNT FUCK DICK PISS!" He screamed, grabbing Ragequit by the neck.

"FUCK ELDAR DICKS!" Ragequit replied, grabbing the commissar and failing to throttle him. Commander Temperus Maximus wandered over and tapped Egar's throat.

"WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU DEAD YET?"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!" Egar replied, trying to snap ceramite with his hands. Maximus nodded thoughtfully.

"YOU'RE A REAL FUCKING ANGRY MARINE, YOU FUCKER!" He roared. "HEY DICKWADS! WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A REAL FUCKLAW MARK TWO HERE!"

Egar growled at the crowd of excited Angry Marines.

"HOW THE FUCK DID WE FIND OUT?"

"FUCKER LOST AT GO FUCKING FISH TO RAGEQUIT!"
"HAH, WHAT A FAGGOT! RAGEQUIT'S THE WORST GAME TO EVER GRACE THE SHITHOLE OF THE HUMAN RACE!"

Egar howled and threw himself at the last Angry Marine to speak, beating him with the butt end of his own bolter. Cheering, the Angry Marines watched the brawl of Rage.

"LOSING! NOT FUCKING LOST!"
Meanwhile, Ragequit looked at the rules ominously.

"WAIT ONE FUCKING SECOND – HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU ASK FOR TWO'S IF YOU DIDN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY! CHEATING MOTHERFUCKER!"
Ragequit joined the brawl, which now consisted of two Angry Marines, one Scout, Commissar Egar and a bewildered Gretchen that randomly teleported into the middle of it. The last thing the Gretchen thought before his head exploded from being used as a blunt implement was:
All dem pointy-ears really are 'fucking dicks'.