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The warboss sat silently at the bridge, deep in thought. He finally raised his head and spoke. "Young boy, you have much to learn. We are a proud, few and dying race. We cannot fight forever against the pinkskin menace, their numbers are too vast, their ferocity too extreme."
Suddenly millions of eldar ships warped into orbit above the planet. The viewscreenatus turned on. It was farseer Macha surrounded by her Exarchs and Banshees.
"Iz gunna rip yous apart, me an my GIRLZ gunna pick yer bonez kleen den im gunna put yer 'ead on me POINTY 'ELMET. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"
The Warboss stood firm. "We shall see, savage one. Gudzu, bring me my Claw, it is time for war."
A single tear rolled down the Warboss's cheek.