Right, ya runts! Shut yer zoggin' gobz an' get yer listenin' gear round dis!
You'z rich! You'z flashy! And you'z 'ave a proppa stoutness about yer' belliez!
And yer gotz more big, shooty 'an dead 'ard gear than any other two spaceboyz put togeddah.
But travellin' tru' space can be borin' unless da route yer on is full of dem shadow-sneekers... or a base fer da bee lads wiv da blastah 'fingies, or already 'as sum odda' pilotz on it...
Or if sum lootas come callin', that's always good fer a bit 'a sport!
Or unless yer have a mutiny or two to pass da time, or strange fings start happenin', which dey usually do when yer out in da warp.
One time we had some bloody great ugly 'fing come straight out of Weird Nox'z 'ed!
It butchered half da lads, that was pretty entertainin' Come ter 'fink of it....
Space is a pretty good larf!
And that's before yer find yerself a nice world ta crush!
We’z got our Lasorz an’ we’z gotz our dakkas...
Wot ain't we got?
We ain’t got anyfin' for target practice iz wot!
So I'z tell youz wot we'z gonna do... We’z gonna give a taste of ‘ot metal death is wot!
Listen karefully and I'z ta explain 'ow we do fings 'ere az dreddblast tornadorks.
1) I iz a dreddblast tornadork.
2) All tornadorkz iz equal, but some tornadorkz are more equal dan 'uvvas.
3) I'z not ta fly under FC's or Ceo's az I'z a tornadork and I'z not ta need 'em.
4) I iz fo' da hunt and the hunt only.
5) I'z dunt care 'bout politicking as I iz 'ere ta hunt.
6) I dunt care 'bout neutralz az dey be food between me teef.
7) I'z care 'bout redz az dey iz ta be bashed at all costs.
8) I'z chosen ta be a dreddblast tornadork an' I'z ta follow dis.
Recruitment: Maybe yes, maybe no Waaaaaaagh: Yarp! Lotz 'a Lootz: Yer! Yer 'ead 'urting from readin' all diz text? Yar!