Small Pleasures
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Orc usually doesn't talk much to Drake. There really isn't much to talk to. All the conversation would be dominated by "I'll kill you, you big freak retard! I'll kill you all!" and other such declarations.
"Eat your food," Orc says, shoveling the small amount of food into Drake's reach.
"I'll kill you! We'll see how brave you are when I whip your arms and legs off!" Drake yells, leaning forward as much as he can to eat the food off the floor. Hunger will always trump rage.
"I think I'll just beat shit to death with my face, then."
"Your ugly fucking face? Your ugly human face? Yeah, you just try it. Before I kill you, I'll kill you…" Drake gags down his food.
A smile crosses Orc's 'ugly human face'. He gets all the joy of bothering Drake without having to lift a finger to Brittney, and that's fine by him.