The Ork Raid
The Ork Mek, Double-Dekker, gripped the steering wheel of the ramshackle trukk as it screeched around a hairpin on two wheels.
“Faster!” roared the War Boss, Supersize-Me. He was eager to get to the warzone.
With a grunt, Double-Dekker hit the big red button on his dashboard, and the turbo kicked in, shooting the vehicle forward.
The Ork Boyz held on for dear life.
Buffalo-Wings, the Ammo Runt, was not so lucky. He tumbled out of the back of the trukk and ended up in the dirt.
He’d be lucky if the KFC was still standing when he got there.
“Faster!” roared the War Boss, Supersize-Me. He was eager to get to the warzone.
With a grunt, Double-Dekker hit the big red button on his dashboard, and the turbo kicked in, shooting the vehicle forward.
The Ork Boyz held on for dear life.
Buffalo-Wings, the Ammo Runt, was not so lucky. He tumbled out of the back of the trukk and ended up in the dirt.
He’d be lucky if the KFC was still standing when he got there.
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