The Final Question

[Thaal Sinestro]

Grobdum’s tiny brain skittered, gears grinding against the strain of the philosophy of his situation. He scratched his head, looking back and forth, unsure of how to manage even the minutest amount of doubt. In a WAAAGH!, there was no doubt. You moved forward, always, forever, looting what you could and burning what you couldn’t. It was an emotion he had never been forced to process before.

Pushing past Christa and looking up to Omni, the goblin hiccupped and twiddled his thumb, all of his previous steam and energy now dissipated. “But wot’s if I want ta do somefin’ othah than do a WAAAGH! ‘n ‘nat? Wot should I do? Kin I even do it? Should I do it?”

He scratched his head, not waiting for a response before he blurted out, “Wot should I be askin’ ye!? I don’ even know why I’m ‘ere! I thought we wuz jus’ goin fer a good laugh!” The greenskin’s anger suddenly bubbled back to the surface from the depths of his insecurity, “Dis is all grotted up!”