The start of a scuffle, a lull of quiet, then
"<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">WAAAAAAAAGH! ! !</span></span>"
Sounds like foitn.
>BoA 714 vs 459>the scrapp royale doesn't somehow drag you inYou come out to see four Prod-You-zers coming to blows with three slightly smaller Oiks. Trouble is, the smaller Oiks have like eight biggy black wolves wivvem, now clamping down on the calves and forearms of the Prod-You-zers. Kept from uppercutting the Oiks properly, the Prod-You-zurs are now socking the wolves, trying to smack them orf against the ground.
"<span class="mu-r">Whadzup widdem.</span>"
Uptush twiggs you quickly.
"Boogz' Proddies came looken fer yez; so's Kurruk's Wulvers. Yer famous Bosser. Now err'wun wants a piece."
"<span class="mu-r">Dat roit. Who's Bosser, Boog or dis Kurruk git.</span>"
"Fer foitn n krumpen, Boogerloo, no kesshun. But va Wulvers can do raidz. They zoop farsta, take ordas beddah. OverBoss likes em moar."
The scrum slows then cuts orf when they catch sight of you.
One Prod-You-zur's down, and one wolf is crunched. The wolves have backed orf now, several of them limping. The Oiks have got their shivs out.
The UnderBoss Prod-You-zur, half chewed up, points at yer wiv a heavily ring-nutted fingor.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">Itz nart noice ter drop yer 'pointments wivvout notice, Gobbshit. Mizdur Boogerloo iz <span class="mu-i">vewwy ubset.</span></span></span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Nyerr.?Don't 'member owen Boog nuffen.</span>"
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">'Ez givvin yer exposure. Put yer onna rosta. Made yer a staa. Dis how yer repayum?</span></span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Kekk. Shuvv it up yer exposure, fegg. Imma perfeshnal. Tellum cum ged me if he wantz. Wivva beddah up-frunt than a glugg of tommyrott juice.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Come on whoil we still arsken noice, Titch, or yool be sarry.</span></span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Yerr.
? Yer sarry <span class="mu-i">narr</span>, cuck. I'll drop by if I feel like it. Narr suggit ur fuggoff.</span>"
The humorless smirks on all sides widen or a second, then the Prod-You-zurs adjust their red neck-aprons and slouch orf to rat YOU to Boog.
"<span class="mu-r">And what you griggers want.</span>"
This lot kit up in leathers n smell like doggz. A noiff or a smol choppa at the side, and a quaver of long thinny all-metal speerz at the back. War masks wiv feathers on. Built leany, no less tuffy. A different kind of bosser.
"<span class="mu-g">Boss Kurruk's heerd yez a roit killy bastich. Wantzer call yez over-up fer a raid. Fair divvy split, if yer live. Godda ride?</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Yerr. Slow though. Budd it push gudd.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">Kek. Iv yer slow yer bait, newbie.</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">If I keep what I kill ya'll ged nuffin.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">Big talk, basedboy. Proovit.</span>"
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