Oi’ dere lads!
‘Ere iz my planz fer da looted wraithlord. ‘Dem panzees done a real gud job wiv’ dem lordz. Almost proppa but not quite. Still needza bit uvva ‘ere ‘n dere… but I ‘fink yeh get da idea ov it. Hur.
Luv’
-Uzgog
(It’ll have a brainbox/bucket saddled to it’s back and lotsa tubes coming in and out, with proppa glyphs. It also needs larger shoulders and grizzly trophies. Possibly barbed wire around the tusks and stuff.)
Da Bogsnikk miniatoor (some straps were added since)
Oi’ again ye runty gitz!
I’ze been at it a secund time ‘dis day. ‘Ere iz un ov ma ‘ard boyz. Iz called Bogsnikk, da “brown cuthroat” to be “polite”. Pfeh!
Da git hates to run outta ammo in a firefight, dats why he always carry loadsa spare klipz. ‘Eze also purty good wiv’ iz shoota ‘dere, fancy-in’ himself a lil’ baby bosspole out ov a beakie trophy. Lookit! Da shot got right through da ‘umies’ eye and outta da back ov’ iz skull! HA!
Like ‘e sez so well: “Da ‘umies got a weak spot. Roight ‘dere, see?”
-Uzgog out
(Artist note: I’m still experimenting with my style. Expect some variation in style at least early on)
Oi’dere ye runty gitz! Since I’ze gunna be da ‘un talkin’ wit ye lotz in da name ov da FLYIN’ MOON KRABZ, I might as well give ye a gob to “visualize” who dat be speakin’ dem wordz.
So ‘ere we go ladz, dis ‘ere, dat be ME.
Dem boyz call me “Badmek Uzgog-Zappa”. For ye ‘umie wimps out ‘dere, dat’s roughly “Lasergun of the Sun God, the great and mad engineer”. I’ll be talkin’ more about me past later. Fer now, all ye need ta know iz dat I’ma snakebite mekboy, ‘n dats plenty enuff fer da ‘uvva boyz to ‘fink i’ze mad.
Of cuz’, none ov’em says dat in earshot ov’me… unless dem be stoopid gits ‘n wunna be turn’d into a puny squig! Hur Hur Hur!
-Uzgog out
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Oi ‘dere ye gits
Mek Uzgog-Zappa talkin’. Dis BLAAAGH! ‘ere iz undo… unda… iz bein’ hammer’d togetha dat’z wot!
So ye zogs betta not be ‘finkin liek un o’dem stinkin ‘umies ‘n be hatin’ juss yet.
In da meantime, gather ‘round da Goff Rokka ‘ere. Iz a gewd boy o’ mine. He be call’d “Un Canard” ‘n diz tune ‘ere be ‘bout dem ‘ded stompy Gargants! SO LISSEN UP!
Oh ya, iz page be rite ‘ere : http://8bitcollective.com/music/Un+Canard/Mechastodont/