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03/17/11(Thu)02:46 No.14272145>>14272042 First, we wot 'ad t' muck about wif' da hull. Choppin' off dem trukk arma-platin' bits, an' hammerin' some bits inta da cabin-scaffoldin' fing t' hold it all wot togevver. Made sure t' put da door-bits on da sides. Rippin' da big shootas off da trukk, we'z stukk 'em right int' da front, makin' 'em fire outta da mouf o' da face. More on dat latta. Linked all da guns up t' one big red button, yeh? Makes it easy. Messed wif all da peddles an' figgered out which ones worked an' which didn't. All da ones wot didn't work we jus' ripped out an' threw away! Zoggin' 'oomie contraption!
Den, when we'z got da first orky bits on dere, we 'ad t' make it FLASH. Gubbinz, bits, mot-eefs, a fly banna on da top, spikes, a big ol' Orky face on da front like a squiggoff. An' lots o' red paint! Or, eh, blood. But 's still red. An' red means it goes FASTA. Left dat git on da foot fer gettin' in da way. Stoopid.
Oh, an' a cupholder, fer fungus beer on da go. An' a cigar lighter, fer extra con-veen-yence, made out o' dem lazzy-gun fings. |