"Boss! Boss! Our boys have spotted some 'vroom vroom vroom' bean sprouts!" The grinning Knife-face Orc turned his head when he heard the report from his subordinate, "But their 'vroom vroom vroom' lacks power, not waaagh enough!"
"Oh?" The smile on Knife-face Orc's face immediately bloomed as he looked at Scar beside him, "I remember you saying your tribe had many young ones killed by a bean sprout, right?"
"Yeah, yeah! That bean sprout was fierce, we just wanted one of her teeth, and she slaughtered most of us. Bad bean sprout!"
Knife-face Orc moved his mouth, the thick muscles around his lips exaggeratedly writhing before he suddenly spat to the side, "tui!"
A blob of thick spit directly made a big pit in the ground, and Knife-face Orc, clutching his blood-dripping, bone-covered machete, strode off in the direction his subordinate had indicated, "Let's go, let's see what these bean sprouts are all about!"
