[i]The Deathrolla continued to approach, before a booming -clang!- was heard, as a massive Ork hand, armored in a considerably tanky manner, bursted through a hatch on the top. Said hand was followed by an arm, body, and eventually: an entire Ork.[/i] [i]At nine feet tall, the fatass was massive; his frame was hidden by a ginormous suit of Mega Armor, making it a miracle that the Battlefortress could carry him. Although the thing looked as if it could carry about twenty or thirty tons. The Big Mek's teeth were about one and a half feet long, the rest masked by his helmet, his eyes covered by deep red lens. He took out his own megaphone, roaring in a deep, gargled voice. It may have been so loud because he was trying to rival the Kaptin's roaring tone. [/i] [b]"DIS? DIS IS MY KANYUN, ME 'N ME BOYZ GOT 'ERE FIRST! AND WHAT'YA PIRATE GROT'S DOIN' HERE, CRASHIN' DOWN ON THIS HOLE?! [/b] [b]...YA WOULDN'T BE SEARCHIN' FOR 'UMIES, WOULD YA?!"[/b]