"Why we stand out here in cold so long?" One of the massive green skinned Orc's grumbled as he picked at his nose.
"We'z standin' out here cuz Brok sez we'z do'z it." The second orc growled back, as he sharped his axe. "An if we'z not do what Brok sez he'z cutz our 'Geebooz off!" "Thatz why."
"I aint afraid of Brok." The first orc grumbled. "Maybe I'z stick ma chopper in him."
"Hahaha." "Yeah youz try that... and after Brok cutz youz 'Geebooz off maybe I'z take ya as a booluc." The second orc taunted.
"Maybe I'z take yer as my booluc right now." The first orc growled angerly.
"And maybe I'z save Brok tha trouble and cut yer orc tail off fer just sayin' that!" The second orc smirked, setting his whit stone aside and testing his axe's edge on his tongue.
"If ya got tha..." The first orc paused his long pointed ears twitching, and his head snapping around to scan the forest. Wide nostrils flaring as he sniffed and snorted, the second orc did the same..............