> Lictor: Yo, Dissecticus, what's happenin'?
> Hive Tyrant: Hey Stabius, nothin' much. Gathering biomass on some Imperial world - you?
> L: Oh, you know, sneaking around, murdering people wit ma arm-blades - the usual.
> H: Good times man, good times.... Hey, have you seen Broodicus?
> L: Eh, he's off brooding - HA - over something... I think he's still all butt-hurt over the Norn Queen refusing to let him start a new cult on-world.
> H: What's up wit him an cults? That nigga is cult-crazy.
> L: Yeah, well, what do you expect? He's a Genestealer... You know how them niggas roll.
> H: Ugh, grimey man. Just grimey.
> L: Alright, I gotta go - people to stab, IG girls to tentacle rape... You know the drill.
> H: 'Aight man, you take care. And tell that crazy Zoanthro-bitch you've been messing around wit I said 'Hi, you psyker bitch.'
> L: You better be careful man - she might be listening. And you know how fond she is of making things blow the fuck up... Heck, that's why I love her.
> H: Dude... You love her?
> L: Yeah, man, I think I do.... Oh, hey, those Gaunts have stopped to rape some civilians...
> H: God damn it... HEY! YES, YOU! QUIT THAT! THAT COMES LATER! GET - Damn it, I gotta handle this, take it easy man.
> L: Yeah, you too bro. *disappears*