Azog: Today mi fellow Orks, I'm goin' ter teach ya da propa mevvod o' a tea party.
Ork #1: I donz know boss, I donz tink I loike this tea fing.
*Azog and an Ork are at a tea table. The Ork is holding a cup of tea while Azog holds it daintily, and with pinky out.*
Ork #2: Yeah boss. I donz see da point o' this
Ork #1: Iz it choppy?
Azog: No. I'm afraid not.
Ork #2: Iz it shooty?
Azog: If ya chukk it at uumies, yea.
Ork #3: iz it stompy?
Azog: No, not at awl.
Ork #2: So woss da point den?
Azog: Y'knowz. I hab no idea.
Ork #1: 'Aha. Ee doesn't know
Ork #3: Sum boss he iz.
Azog: Ya eiver follow mi lead, or I'll kills ya.
Ork #2: Wot? Donz be sillee. Weez goin' ter getcha furst.
*The first ork goes to jump at Azog.*
Azog: Boot ter da 'ed.
*The First Ork Falls over*
Ork #1: Wot in da 'ell was dat?
Ork #2: I donz know.
*The second Ork grabs his shoota, and goes to use it. Azog throws the cup.*
Ork #2: Ahhh! Mi eyz! It burns!
Azog: Dat'll teach ya.
Ork #3: I tink I'd ravva du da tea boss.
Azog: Datz a gud Ork. There'z 'ope f'yaz yet.
Ork #3: This bedda be word it boss.
Azog: Nows. Furst. Ya take da cup. Loike so.
*Azog holds the cup, with his pinky out, the remaining Orks does the same.*
Azog: 'ey! Pinky owt.
Orks: Oi. Yes Boss.
Azog: Take. Sip. An wen in doubt. Pinky owt.
Orks: Right Boss.
Azog: Nows ya shud be per-pared fer next tea time. Ya boys kan go nows.