Oh I fully realize and support skaven Tower of Babel, slave-meat edition. The beauty of this thread is that I don't have to shoot down insane ideas by the players, instead I can look at them and figure out a way to make them work.
Ikit Claw: "HA! I shall be the first to set foot on Morrslieb, and I shall do so... BY ROCKET! Jump into one of your own Hellpits and die-die Throt!"
Throt the Unclean: "Uh huh-huh-huh." *noms cheese snack* "You do that Ikit. Have fun-fun."
*five months later*
Ikit Claw: "You see Throt? I have won! My rocket is the greatest achievement in the history of all Skavendom! It shall reach the moon in but minutes! I can even put a Doomsphere in the capsule, or several! THE WORLD IS MINE FOR THE TAK-wait, what it that?"
Throt the Unclean: "Skavenslaves."
Ikit Claw: "Why... why are they climbing atop each otWAITATOKENSTEALINGMINUTE! How tall is that tower?"
Throt the Unclean: *puts up thumb, then other thumb, then third thumb* "Ooooh, I'd say juuuuust about the top-top."
Ikit Claw: "Top of what?"
Throt the Unclean: "The distance to Morrslieb."
Ikit: *30 seconds shocked silence*
Throt: "I know, right? All I had to do was tell them that the dark-dark side of Morrslieb was made of cheese, and any Skaven on the tower got a piece-share of it."
Ikit: *busy pulling his fur out* "But-but-but-but-but THERE IS NO CHEESE ON MORRSLIEB!"
Throt: "Says you. Where do you think I got these?" *holds up cheese snack. It glows green*. "Chaos moon, my rat-rat. I believe the Skyre term for Chaos magic is 'wierd shit happens', isn't it."
Ikit: *Wishes he brought his Doomsphere so he could explode right now*
Throt: "So, about that bet you made?"
Ikit: *guiltily hands over five Warpstone Tokens*
Throt: "Thanks-thanks, I needed a refill from the vending machine anyway."
Ikit: "Doomsphere, here I come my precious-precious! End my suffering!"