"RED!" you shout down to the boss.
The boyz all nod approvingly, the red wunz do go fasta.
Kwee Zag guns the engine down the middle of the boulevard, driving at an unsafe speed on a crowded street, like any decent ork would.
He passes half a dozen paint shops and makes for the mektown gate.
"Oi boss, we az zogged right past da paint!" one of the ladz shouts.
"Roight." Da boss beams with a mad glint in his eye. "We iz goin to a discount place I know."
Kwee Zag shoots the wagon out of the mektown gate and turns a hard right that nearly launches half the boyz out of the trukk, after all, seatbelts is for diggas.
Up on the harpoon, you see a squig farm dead ahead, its ramshackle picket fence crouching in the shadow of mektown's wall.
"DA RED WUNZ, KWEE ZAG!" Da boss shouts.
The buggy careens through the fence, smashing into a pack of bright red herd squigs, splattering red squig goo all over the trukk, the boyz, and da weelz. there is no doubt that this wagon is proper fast now, and it even has some smelly old kilt gubbins on the ram to look dead ard too.
Madskrag cackles with a throaty laugh, "Yar ladz, now dat da buggy iz all straightened out, we drive for da sun! to da deep desert, ta scare up Moby Git!"
"Oi boss, ow iz we gunna find dat big squig if we gotta search da whole zoggin' skid?" One of the boyz has the gubbins to ask.
"Dat part iz eazy ladz, Dat old Moby Git iz a kunnin skavenger, we az just got ta scare up a fight ta get his attenshun!"
Kwee Zag grunts to get the bosses attention, Madskrag whispers in his ear, and looks back up at you.
"Its open skid all around me boy, wif da old zogfort to da west, da saltflatz to da east, and da chokepoint kliffz straight down da middle. wotz ur gut tell ya lad? Where ya fink dat old Git is hidin?"