He tries ta do sumfin' flashy but onlee getz stukk in da cockpit. "Oi I can't see ya git, get awff!"
Sum of our boyz get scentsie'd to deff by da kandle scrubz.
Dey even frew a fireball at da panzees in da brown pantz we was about ta stomp on. DOSE KILLZ BELONGED DO DA BROOTALZ!
A few gruntz break from a squad ta investigait da on who bonked 'em. Itz dat Rock bloke! KILL DAT BONKIN' FOOL LADZ!
But Rock rollz fer a redshirt (da koward) and rollz so high dat da soldier sacrificed swoopz in real fast-like and knocks ova two o' da gruntz.
Two of dem brown-panted pinkskinz climb on toppa Grimjaw fer sum reason.
"OI, WHOZ CLIMBIN' ALL OVA ME LIKE DAT? DO I LOOK LIKE ONE OF DEM JUNGEL JIMS?"
"what did he say?" One of dem brown-pants sayz.
I kan't tell wutz reallee 'appenin' here but it lookz like da HorsemanKilla jus' divebombed da giant skellyboy.
Kontinuin' wiff da pattern of "I 'ave no idea wutz goin' on here", it lookz like dis heavy-boy took one of da bugz fer ride.
And o'course Grimjaw tries anotha feat by rollin' over and squashing his piggy-back riderz. He failz and only squashes a squad of brootalz instead. "DAMMIT DIS AIN'T NO BROOTAL FHEME-PARK. GERR AWFF MEEEH!"
Da Kaptain seez itz dat now is his chans ta claim da warbawss title. He revs his bike and rides full speed ahed at Grimjaw.
He tries fer a feat ta grind WarBawss Grimjaw's head down wiff da front wheel of his bike, revvin' and makin' his bike make loadz of cool soundz. "I AM DA KAPTAIN!-"
"-NOW?"
But he overdoez it and 'is bike ovaloadz, sendin' him and hiz ride wheelin' bakkwerd.
Da Kaptain crashez to da ground, dis-cabined from his warbike.
Meenwhiel it lookz like da portal beast is 'avin fun gorin' sum ugliez.
And our ladz is slowly chippin' away at da rankz of da nerdz.
Not even dis cool vampira can stand up ta us! BROOOOTAAAALZ!
MAMMOTHRA turnz around ta fire at da Trattboringz after takin' buncha fire.
BUT A BLEEDIN' WARMANAGA IS IN DA WAY! MOVE YA DUMMY.
Timmy and da rest of da brootalboyz don't look too 'appy.
But wait, dat chikkadee fing is flyin straight at a giant flamin' fing!
Dis is gonna be big, boyz.
Da flamey man blowz up, takin' a bunch of our ladz out wiff him, and sum other panzeez too.
The fire-wall caused by da deff of da flamey giant reaches da boyz in da temple too. Only one grunt and Rock survive the blast cuz they're behind da wall.
Meenwhile, missile strikez from da big Artsymiss from da otha side of da battelfield land. A few of dem konverge on one lokashin I fink and make a reallee big boom.
Which knocks dis cloaked panzee into da portal he waz unsure aboot enterin'.
Da explozion is so cool dat most of our ladz don't even try ta bail
AND DA BROOTLEZ STILL PLAY DEM METAL AF JAMMZ
Lookz like its 'bout time we wrap fingz up 'ere ladz. TIME TA WARP OUTTA HERE.
Except you, ya clumsee scrub. Da Brootalz 'ave otha planz wiff Grimjaw Gitgraba.
"UH-OH."
DAT'S IT!
