“He began to giggle maniacally. The Shaman was excited to get the new season started. He’d had time during the offseason to contemplate the dorf teams that were the nemesis of the Waaagh lately. They had caused problems and setbacks to the team last season, and the first opponent was Blunt Force Traumas. He’d communed with Gork and Mork, a trance that had lasted for several days, conferring to him the great ork gods vast knowledge. He had seen the great visages of his gods in the clouds…he asked them ”Ow do we beat dem?” “Smash dem!” said the booming response as if the words had been made of thunder. “Ow do we stop dem?” he risked “Bash Dem!” Came the thunderous retort. Finally he said “And what do we do if we find ourselves down a few boyz and the dorfs are close to scoring in turn 6 of the first half and the ball-carrier is pretty well protected by tacklezones?” “ummm, uhhhh….let us handle that!””