ORK WAAGH TV

  Da boss don't shout no more. Da boss got a TV now. One grot, one busted-up box wot don't even turn on, and da loudest mouf in da whole Waaagh. Every warband's got a Warboss too big an' too busy hittin' stuff to bother tellin' da boyz why dey're hittin' stuff. Dat's wot da Waaagh TV is for. Bolted together from a salvaged screen dat never showed nuffin', a antenna wot pulls in voices nobody asked for, and a grot wiv goggles and a opinion, it rolls into da middle of da mob and starts BROADCASTIN'. No power cell. No signal. Don't matter. Da boyz believe it 'cos it's loud and it's got knobs. He's da Warboss's voice when da Warboss can't be bovvered. Crammed inside da rusty frame wiv his arms hangin' out da front, he screams da propaganda da boss would scream if da boss knew big words. WHO'S DA BIGGEST? DA BOSS. WHO'S WE STOMPIN' TODAY? EVERYONE. Da grot don't know if it's true. Da grot don't care. Da grot just turns da volume up til da boyz forget dey was scared. And dat's da clever