This is a result of watching "Pulp Fiction" and playing Warhammer 40K. If
you are unfamiliar with either, this isn't going to make much sense.
Nid Fiction Selected Scenes
Opening scene, pre credits. All-night breakfast joint, about 8am, full of patrons. A male and a female Dark Eldar are sitting in a booth talking.
D'klax: See, that's what I'm saying. Everyone robs banks and liquor stores, hell, you want to die because some fucking Ogryn has a bolter hidden under the counter and would rather die then give you any money? he leans back from the table, yelling Garcon! More coffee! leans forward But resturants are different, people are eating, they are comfortable, you really cut down on the hero factor. I mean, what to these people care? They don't own this place, hell, the kitchen is probably full of Gretchen.
Waitress: walks to the table, sullen, pours coffee Garcon means boy
D'Klax: What?
Waitress: Garcon is French for boy she walks away
D'Klax: rolls eyes See, what I'm saying is you have to cut down on the hero factor.
Llithe: Right I know, the hero factor.
D'Klax: Remember that Rogue Trader we knocked over last week, that commissar got his fucking head blown off because he wanted to be a hero. Ok, lets do this. I love you Pumpkin
Llithe: I love you honeybunny.
D'Klax: stands up, holds Terrorfex over his head Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Llithe: jumps up on table, brandishing a shredder pistol Any of you fucking pricks move! jumps down, waves the shredder in an arc over the diners and I'll execute every mother fucking last one of you.
Screen Fades
Que: Misirlou by Dick Dale and his Del-tones
camera fades in on Boxer riding in the back of a Land Speeder, driver is seen in rear view mirror. She is a heavily made-up Sister of Battle.
Boxer: gets out of Speeder, passes a folded up 100 credit note to the driver So, who did you give a ride to tonight?
Driver: Three very well dressed, very drunk Necrons.
camera fades
camera pans over All-night breakfast joint, about 8am, full of patrons. Two Space Marines are sitting in a booth, eating
Vincent: You want some Termagaunt?
Jules: No man, I don't eat Nid.
Vincent: You Jewish?
Jules: No man, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on bug, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Nids are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: But Hormaguant tastes good, Carnifex tastes good..
Jules: Hey, Hive Tyrant may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know, cause I'd never eat the filthy motherfucker. Nids sleep and root in biomorphic goo, that's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin nothing that doesn't have the sense to disregard it's own genetic material.
Vincent: How about an Ork? An ork eats it's own spores.
Jules: I don't eat Ork either.
Vincent: But do you consider an Ork to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call an Ork filthy, but it's definitely dirty. But, Orks got personality, and personality goes a long way.
Vincent: So by that rationale, if a nid had a better personality, it would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: We'd have to be talking about one charming motherfuckin' nid. I mean, he'd have to be ten times more charmin' then that Zoat on Green Acres. You know what I'm sayin'?
Nid Fiction Selected Scenes
Opening scene, pre credits. All-night breakfast joint, about 8am, full of patrons. A male and a female Dark Eldar are sitting in a booth talking.
D'klax: See, that's what I'm saying. Everyone robs banks and liquor stores, hell, you want to die because some fucking Ogryn has a bolter hidden under the counter and would rather die then give you any money? he leans back from the table, yelling Garcon! More coffee! leans forward But resturants are different, people are eating, they are comfortable, you really cut down on the hero factor. I mean, what to these people care? They don't own this place, hell, the kitchen is probably full of Gretchen.
Waitress: walks to the table, sullen, pours coffee Garcon means boy
D'Klax: What?
Waitress: Garcon is French for boy she walks away
D'Klax: rolls eyes See, what I'm saying is you have to cut down on the hero factor.
Llithe: Right I know, the hero factor.
D'Klax: Remember that Rogue Trader we knocked over last week, that commissar got his fucking head blown off because he wanted to be a hero. Ok, lets do this. I love you Pumpkin
Llithe: I love you honeybunny.
D'Klax: stands up, holds Terrorfex over his head Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Llithe: jumps up on table, brandishing a shredder pistol Any of you fucking pricks move! jumps down, waves the shredder in an arc over the diners and I'll execute every mother fucking last one of you.
Screen Fades
Que: Misirlou by Dick Dale and his Del-tones
camera fades in on Boxer riding in the back of a Land Speeder, driver is seen in rear view mirror. She is a heavily made-up Sister of Battle.
Boxer: gets out of Speeder, passes a folded up 100 credit note to the driver So, who did you give a ride to tonight?
Driver: Three very well dressed, very drunk Necrons.
camera fades
camera pans over All-night breakfast joint, about 8am, full of patrons. Two Space Marines are sitting in a booth, eating
Vincent: You want some Termagaunt?
Jules: No man, I don't eat Nid.
Vincent: You Jewish?
Jules: No man, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on bug, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Nids are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: But Hormaguant tastes good, Carnifex tastes good..
Jules: Hey, Hive Tyrant may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know, cause I'd never eat the filthy motherfucker. Nids sleep and root in biomorphic goo, that's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin nothing that doesn't have the sense to disregard it's own genetic material.
Vincent: How about an Ork? An ork eats it's own spores.
Jules: I don't eat Ork either.
Vincent: But do you consider an Ork to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call an Ork filthy, but it's definitely dirty. But, Orks got personality, and personality goes a long way.
Vincent: So by that rationale, if a nid had a better personality, it would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: We'd have to be talking about one charming motherfuckin' nid. I mean, he'd have to be ten times more charmin' then that Zoat on Green Acres. You know what I'm sayin'?