Nogchuck snorted until a snot glob hit the back of his throat. He was sure his calculations were correct, "dat way for a long way"as usual. He attached his lever to the release mechanism and pulled down with all his pitiful might. With an almighty "THWANG" the great arm of his beloved rock lobber sent a deadly projectile over the battlefield towards the Dwarf lines off in the distance. His cruel heart sank as he saw the stone land just in front of the naked crazed mob of orange haired gits who swore at their hated foe, quite rightly calling their lineage into question.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" laughed Nogfling, his brother who bossed the second Goblin Rock Lobber "Gotta do better Bruv" he said through giggling fits.
"Go on den, show 'im if ya can" bellowed Grotslug, Boss of the Skull Chucka.
As if to underline the point he and his team sent a rock flying into the Slayers, crushing three of them.
"Easy" replied Nogfling unconvincingly.
He cranked his firing lever, but instead of a "THWANG" all present heard a "SNAP" as the tension on the rope was too great and it snapped and the load was sent way off target.
Nogchuck looked at Grotslug and they both fell about the place laughing their heads off whilst Nogflung ranted and raved at his crew.
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