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Youre going to walk in like a <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">BOSS</span></span> and make a scene.
Youve got moar Stuffs and kit than any twenty greenies together, not even counting <span class="mu-b">Daggy</span>, Pouchy, or Trinkkittz.
You deserve it.
Whatever's going on stops at the sight of you: full Quality Kludge on, slicey dicey stick-blade in one hand, the other on Wagon's girding.
<span class="mu-b">Daggy</span> and Noiffy are at your armpits, <span class="mu-b">Daggy</span> bound in its holder with string, in case someone tries yanking it.
Of course nearly immediately the Gobbies start clamoring:
"<span class="mu-g">ey! eyy! Whurjoo gidd allis Stuffs nyerr?"
"Givvus a gibs, cumman, tightfist! I wanza cutty wun!"
"Ooh ooh I wanna ride da beetl!</span>"
They'll be groping your kit trying to yoink things in a minute, and the minute after that squabble and fight you. Yez gotsa put up a pecking order.
You point at the noisiest, nearest one in front, that one wots wantsa ride.
Wagon lurches, caliper clamps open. The Gobbies at the front see it coming and try to back off, but they're kept in place by the press of Gobbies from the back tryna see; two Gobbies get clamped and begin to get scissor-pressed, screaming. Wagon's mouf-crunchy action is much slower now that he's Dimm, but the serrated calipers still work.
Two moar that try to climb up get slashed with your stickblade.
They don't spill much blood, but their screams are pitched terror and dismay: their worlds have gone dark, and they start to realize it will be ever so.
You feel no remorse, because you are a Goblin: they are doing what YOU would have done, and YOU have done what stopped them. It's not like you know em.
"<span class="mu-g">EYY. YEW LOTZ KIN FUGGOF. WHURZA BOSS. WE GATZ BIZNIZ.[/spoiler:lit]" You bellow hard, with your belly; you have to, to be heard over the two still screaming chorus in Wagon's mouf, and to be <span class="mu-s">felt</span>.
The Gobbs part a bit, pointing you: thataway, where there are Orcs starting to stand up and look YOUr way.
You start to enter the proppa Orky part of the settlement when Trubble comes knocking.
A Bullybugger gets up to block your path.
"<span class="mu-s">Woi, titchy.</span>" He's standing tall, arms folded, but he's got just tuckeroos on, and a smally for him axx tucked in the back. The way his pals are still lounging and grinning at YOU means they probably won't cut in. At least not at first.
"Wat grigger." Your voice is level. You've seen far worse than him in a mirror.
He doesn't like that he can't make you cringe with just a grin; he bunches up his arms and shoulders, grinns bigger.
"<span class="mu-s">Oi finks yez gotz sumn a moin, Titchy.</span>"
"Lemme guess. Alluv it roit. Kizz my arzz Bitchtits. Fuggout me way 'fore I ride yer frunnaya buttbuddies."
This is a new experience for him, a Gobby not just giving up its toys when arsked nicely.
He glances at his pals. You <span class="mu-r">givvidim</span>.</span>
