Role

Chapter 2

Peering at the still paralyzed figure, Pleebert spoke to Mousemuncher in a
tone that sounded much too loving for a hardened orc.
"You know, was bad idea try show up momma."
The youth partially convulsed, attempting to get some kind of message across.

"Not bother movin, Mousehumper. You stupid. Will just hurt yer broken bones
more."
Pleebert grunted, glaring angrily at Mousemuncher.
"Listen ta Momma. Me doin this fer you own goods.....Well, not really. Me
doin this fer my good, not yers at all. You tried ta take Momma's place
insteada' stayin her baby. Same ting happen if tries show up Overlord
Grobbak. Not smart."

The large Orc Momma stood up, resting a heavy boot on the head of
Mousemuncher. "Maybe ya coulda becomed Pussgut, but instead you decide be
stupid, try show Momma up", Pleebert said as she increased the weight of her
foot on Mousemuncher's skull.

"Now it time fer famous Momma face-dance!"
Howling in both anguish and pleasure, Pleebert stomped repeatedly on
Mousemuncher's head, crushing his skull and brains underneath her heavy
boots. She continued stomped long after his head turned into mush, as if she
was attempting to leave no evidence that he had ever been one of her own
Babies.

Stopping her crushing onslaught on the leftovers of her opponent's head, she
frowned slightly. She stepped away from the corpse, looking back only once.
The fading sun's romantic light cast deep shadows on the surrounding foliage.
Looking towards the last rays of light, Pleebert grunted. As she went to take
a step, she suddenly stopped and lifted up her foot, looking at the bottom of
her shoes. "Ewww. Momma gunna need some new fashionabalistic boots. Dese all
gross."