It don't take dat long till your face hits da wall, which means you hit da dead end, unless you lost, and dats just not possible cause you really don't wanna be,
you open your eyes, da blackness given way to da darkness as you flick da drill's lighty on, yup dis is da place, your little shovel pieces are all over, and dat means da place you are lookin for is... der!
You sit down at da patch of dirt dats a little differnt from da otha patches you knock on it,
"oi! its thudd I want to talk to you." you whisper into the ground, again all quiet like cause your interpreshin da rules.
you see you dont know what da bosses plan is, otta den you cleaning da toliets, but rockchewa was lookin for a fight. if rockchewa was a ork, and he has to be cause commissah says so, dat means he didnt get it, cause you didnt fight him.
now since rockchewa's a proppa finker like you, if he didnt find a fight hed go do the sensible fing and ask someone who did know where a fight was for direshuns. and since you were also lookin for a fight dat means dat de best place to go would be...
da ground shuffled as da ork climed out, dirt and dust smearing his skin as da orks headlamps flickered, da likely looted pistol still taped to the side.
"Thudd it's good to see a friendly face." Da ork grinned. "I couldnt find a proper scrap anywhere, de boss is to busy looking at de odd tunnels."
da other kriegers commented dat a lot of the tunnels here were just already there, likely why day papery bosses decided to put all dere stuff here, (though dat didnt turn out so good for em considering da spiky guys were here).
You smile. "Chewa I'ze got a kunning idea dats going to need your help."
Rockchewa nodded. "Lays it on me."