I couldn't resist. My suggestion for a title for this is: "2 MEK'S TREA... TRE... SHOUT-UP ON SHINY GUBBINZ, BY MEKBOYZ PELLMELZ SPARKZOLDAH AN' BAGABUK DREDDKAP!"
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Amid the clamor and shouting in Big Mek Borkul Wazzazappa's workshop, two voices boomed with such sound that they overcame both the cacophony of their own surroundings and the ringing echoes of their strikes. Two Orks, both clad in the... unique style of greenskin craftmanship were engaged in an epic clash of wills, tools and muscle mass alike for dominance. Their words lost among the Gretchin who cared for no words spoken save for summons in futile hopes of avoiding a rousing kick, and the meaning conveyed by their bellowing unable to translate to the human slaves listening between each strike of the Runtherd's lash.
The first Ork was squat in shape for such, slightly shorter than his foe but half again as broad at the shoulder and thrice the measure of all others in tooth length. A hissing and grinding frame of wires, cables, pistons and hinges wrapped around Pellmelz Sparkzoldah's form, the twin pylons and crackling light of a Kustom Force Field and a Splash Burna mounted on a rig composed of at least three different servo arms at any given time emerged from the back, looming over his shoulders as he straightened to deliver a proclamation and winding back for a punch: "IF'N IT DIDN' HANDLE ONE ZOGGING BOOM, PROLLY WERN'T WURF TAKIN' IN DA FURST PLACE..."
The second Ork's appearance could only be guessed at, fully ensconced in Mega Armor, a fully enclosed helmet (a rarity) shrouding the Orkoid form in ramshackle plating. A nightmarish maze of Speaky Tubes sprouted from the faceplate and swept over the helmet into an array like a briar patch of horns. Bagabuk Dreddkap paced in place, shifting weight from one foot to the next as his scrambled voice produced a dismissive retort: "NAH, NAH, Y'SEE, YA DON' 'SPEKT DA DAKKA TO DO DA JOB OF ARMOR, SEE? 'CEPT OI FINK DAT UGRAK WUS USIN' FUEL 'STEAD O' COOLANT IN 'IS LOOTED 'UMIE PLAZMA KANNONZ... SAVED A LOT UV TEEF FER DA RACES, DO!"
With a snarl, the fist was swung out, chased by a scathing condemnation: "DAT'S GROT TALK, 'S WOT DAT IS! A SHOOTA AIN'T WURF DA SKREP 'S KOBBLED FROM IF'N IT CAN'T TAKE A BEATIN'! ... BUT YEH, DAT UGRAK WAS A ROIGHT GUD LARF! HUR HUR HUR!"
With a snort, the fist was snagged at the wrist by a Power Klaw, pulled to the side and returned with a strike to Pellmellz's Iron Gob, knocking him back half a pace. "A BEATIN' ENT GETTIN' SHOT AT WIF KROOZA-DAKKA YA SQUIG-FER-BRAINZ! 'SPECIALLY WHEN ITZ DA LOOTED HUMIE GUNZ, DEY GOT ALL SORTSA FIDDLY FINGS IN DEM... FINGZ. ZOG ME, I'Z GUNNA NEED TA GET YA SENT BACK TO DA TRAINING' KAMPZ FER KORREKSHUNAL MUKKIN'!"
An opportunistic swipe was ducked under, Pellmellz not wasting the chance to pull his opponent's leg to send him to a kneel, followed by planting the heel of his boot on the Mega Armor's chestplate, the kick pushing Bagabuk flat on his back. With a leering, tusky grin, Pellmellz bellowed out: "O' REALLY?! YOU'Z A SHODDY MEK FER SURE, IF'N YOU'VE NEVAH EVEN SEEN WHAT METUHL BITZ LOOK LOIK AFTAH GETTIN' DAKKA'D! DEY ALWAYZ LOOK LOIK DEYZ GOT PROPA TRAMPLED BY A RUNAWAY 'ERD O' RUNTY SQUIGS! SO THERE, GETTIN' DAKKA'D'S DA SAME AS TAKIN' A BEATIN'!"
Growling, Bagabuk climbed to his feet again, before breaking into a lumbering charge. Pellmellz responded in kind, the two Mekboyz crashing against each other and grinding to a halt as neither could push the other back. With the two proving to hold no decisive physical advantage over the other, they turned to attempts to break the other's concentration. "HRMH, YER LOGIK IZ ROIGHT IM-PECKY-BUHL. STILL, DERE'S GETTIN' INT' A SKRAP, AN' DEN DERE'S A GARGANT SQUISHING' 'ALF DA BOYZ IN A MOB. DIS 'ERE IZ DA LATTER, WHY'D YA FINK WEZ PUT DA GUNZ IN METUHL BAWKSES?!"
"WOT SORTA STOOPID KWESTION ISSAT? 'S TO STOP DA SNEEKY GROTS FROM RUNNIN' OFF WIF ALL DA SHINY GUBBINZ WOT MAKE DA GUNZ WERK, JUST LOIK HOW DA KROOZA'S A BIG METUHL BOX SO DA RUNTIEST O' SNOTLINGS DON'T RUN OFF WIT DA AIR INTO DA BIG NUTHIN'! 'SIDEZ, IF'N YA WANT TO KEEP SUMMIN' FROM GETTIN' SQUISHED BY A GARGANT, YA JUST PUT A KUSTOM FORCE FIELD ON IT, 'STEAD OF MUKKIN' ABOUT WIF METUHL BAWKSES... AIN'T A METUHL BAWKS MADE WOT GUNNA STOP A FING FROM GETTIN' SQUISHED FROM DAT!"
Whether Bagabuk or Pellmellz would have gotten the better of the other would never be known for sure, as the next moment Big Mek Borkul Wazzazappa joined in himself, battered the two away from each other and bellowed for them to 'quit mukkin' about' and get back to work. Both acquiesced, stomping off to their own corners of the workshop, Pellmellz taking the chance to stop his Splash Burna from blowing up on him by venting the used up (vaporised) coolant on an unoccupied mob of Grots as he walked by. And thus was "order" restored to the workshop.