Fool King, I Chieftain of Acknor! I say what go!

The orcs strong, the furballs weak, we take what ours! No King gunna
tell the orcs they not!

We follow your city now, 'cuz you says you protect us, you no say you
tell us we no keep furballs no more.

I Chieftain, and I say we keep the furballs, 'cuz we is orcs and we is
strong. We no like "Light" if we have to give back furballs, we need
workers and we is orcs, we have little workers 'cuz we is strong!

Go away, stupid King!

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Penned by my hand on the 19th of Vestian, in the year 121 CE.