Deff dread o d'e Emperor!

With a clanking and a cursing the ork pilot's it's new rig, confounded contraption was out of date and a pile of rusted bolt's. damn human's couldn't design a decent walking chair to save their lives as he make's the giant mechanical chain charge into the foe's. some holy ordos blah blah blah of theirs. yeah yeah w'at ever d'at fer sure, the ork thought to himself, all he knew and cared for were all the attention he was recieving as he charged into enemy line's who looked upon his magnificent dread in glorified fear and despair.