Warhammer Fantasy

"Clan Moulder is better-greater than lowly Clan Skryre. Moulder creations very-very reliable and hardly ever explode-rupture, no-no."

"So those tumour-growths are there on-on purpose, yes-yes?"

"Yes-Yes! Very important. Spent many-many hours crafting them, yes-yes! Stupid-dumb Skryre rat!"

"Of course, so what-what do they do then, fool-fool Moulder rat!"

"Observe, you waste-waste of warp stone."

(Proceeds to burst tumour into Warplock's face, coating it in acid)

"My Eye-Eyes! The goggles do-do nothing!"

(Meanwhile, three miles away at the Dwarf Spotting Post.)

"How t' fook argh weh loosing t' these things?"