DA BOYS:
Orks are all equal, but sum are mo' equal den uvers. Here's da breakdown:
BOSS:
Boss is da biggest, deadliest, killiest and meanest ork dere is. Erryone lisenz to wot 'e says or gets krumped nice an' 'ard! It doesn't mean a 'onest-ta-Mork boy can't 'ave ambishunz! Jus' krump the boss first and you'll become one!
NOBZ:
Nob is Boss' lieuft-tennant, y'know. A second-meanest gobstomper, wiv real nise gear an' trophy rack, an' a mean strike wide as war-mecha stride. Dey offen become bosses demselves, when runnin' away with sum boys, or die trying to do so.
MEKBOYS:
Sum' boys have a knack fer techy-things. Everyone can make 'imself a gun - it's like, programm'd in ya by gods, so a boy won't be left barehanded for a fight - but a Mekboy takes that a bit further! 'E can make trukks, real noise an' loud guns, big, Big, BIG CHOPPAS an' even something even more killier - wotever 'e can fink of, really. Dey also have the most o' money, 'cause errybody who wants a nice piece o' work or a kiber-arm's gonna come t'ya carrying a bag or two, see?
SPEEDFREEKS:
Uver breed o' boys fancies bikes, 'n buggies, 'n deff-koptas n' jets a lot and deir obsesshun is sometimes borderline fetiskh... fertilist... fes-tish-ist-ick, you see. Real mad dem zoggers, but 'eal good with their bikes too, and when they paint 'em red they actually do go fasta, ain't that rad?
STORMBOYZ:
Those are the weird bunch, dey like... discipline n' stuff, ya ever herd of it? They go like, trainin', and 'avin drills and march 'round the place an' wear flashy uniforms! It ain't orky, son, ain't damn orky at all! They do have a way wiv their swords when it comes to foightin' though, so 's all good.
WYRDBOYS:
Don'cha eva, neva eva come close to dese - dey are downright zoggin' mad! Sumfin is very, very wrong wiv those, an' thats why dey get all dese strange explodin' powers, jumpin' all ova the place, zappin boys 'n humies left an right... word is, dey have Mork's blessin' on 'em, and it's his majyk they are using...
BOYS:
Deze are uszhul, simple boys, ya dum' git!
GROTS:
The smallest, squeakiest, puniest 'n un-orkiest of dem all, grots work fer us, bigga' orks, cookin, stealin', cleanin an' shooting the small guns, 'cause you ain't being orky if your gun is not big enuff to deafen everyone nearby!