Farward, ya idiatz! - Boss yelled, trying to "motivate" his boyz. - If ya wont drag dis fasta, ai com to ya and smash yar arsez!
Boyz grumbled, and pulled one more time. Huge "stolin tank" moved a bit further, making da Boss laugh.
- Yeee, stupidz! Dat's mach betta! - he shouted happily. - Naw strength yar legz and make dis tank ranin'!
To support his words, da Boss took tank's heavy bolter and pointed it at dozen orkz, who tried to drag "dis big tsing" with the help of ropes and leather belts. One mekboi told Boss about something named "fuil", but Boss was too obsessed by the idea of making tank muvin' to listen some "tehnikal crap".
And orks kept pulling "dis darnd tank", and Boss kept laughing and shooting in the air to cheer up his boyz.
Only twenty miles later Boss remembered about the "fuil". This moment was praised by all boyz, who obtained freedom because of "da klevir mekboi".
Great story by Ikoru Shirou
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