Dats rite,
KONSTRUKTION.
Ey up, da name's Bob. Wot Bob? Brootal Bob to you dats wot, now shut it before I zog you to paste. Nobody likes a clever git. Anyway, dis here iz my Meen Mashine, aint she a beaut? Y'see, when youz and da boyz go krumpin' an' stompin' thru da galaxy, someone's gotta clean up da mess, rite? Prop'ly zog and mash all those blown up buildin's and whatnot. Of course most of da lazy gits play 'ookie on me. Only helpful when it's about bashin innit. Harrumph. I dun need 'em anyways. Have ya tried to zog a blasted bunker? Das con-creeete baybie! You need reel ekvipment to deal with dat sorta thing, like my mek 'ere!
Now dis thing, it's got all ya need for a good klobberin'. A hook and a winch to tear down walls and wrekkin' arm to bash stuff to dust. Teehee, dats the best part.
I gotz all da luxurees in my cockpit, including my kawfee. Dere iz also an easy exit backdoor when da shift's over. Rool #1: Always clock out right on time, you don't owe dem lazy gits any spare second on da clock.
Now of course itz not all work and chorez 'ere, I puts up just as good of a fight as da rest of dem! Da toolz can work to reel in unassuming puny gitz and ZOG! Send 'em out flyin'. Dey alwayz fall for it, oldest trick in da book.
So yeah, it ain't much, but it's honest wOrk. Geddit? Do youz gets i- ey, whaddaya mean dis ain't konstruktion? Demolition, eh? Well, how'z about you c'mere and I'z demolish dat smart face of yourz, clever git- Ey! Ey! Come back 'ere! I swear da nerve of gits deze days...
Full album - https://imgur.com/a/GGfYhta
