"Bugger all, does everyone have bloody transports but us? Dirty pool, I say!" Gregorious Chase picked up his cup of tea and started running, Chaplain Darnassus following behind and carrying the rest of the place setting. "You'd think the foul beasts were too cowardly to face us honorably on the field of battle."
"Can't count much on Xenos honor, sir," Darnassus said. "They haven't got the breeding for it."
"Quite right, Chaplain. Let's find ourselves some proper gentlemen to slaughter in the name of The Emperor, what do you say old boy?"
"Jolly good sir."