Ling Pingan watched the fat boy in his school uniform slowly walk into the distance with the help of the monster next to him, the terrifying and deformed father of plague. Finally, they disappeared in a burst of brilliant light.
Ling Pingan scratched his head. Both of his brains were shaking as if he had triggered a scene.
"I, Brother What knocked out two little bean sprouts in the front!" The left brain said proudly.
"I, Brother Hell knocked out two little bean sprouts from the back!" The right brain said arrogantly.
Then, the two heads roared in unison, "WAAAGH!"
"WAAAGH!" The little green skins jumped to Ling Pingsn's side and began to sing and dance.
"Brother What is cruel and cunning!"
"Brother Hell is cunning and cruel!"
"They worked together to chase away the Great Devil who tried to steal our Warhammer 40K!"
"Brother What and Brother Hell are going to lead us. WAAAGH!"