Nuzzgrond was still chuckling when Pulg clubbed him firmly over the head with a boulder and took his bolter and ammo. "Gonna get some tar-git practice tonite! Wa-hoo! Dakka-dakka-dakka!" He ran off into the dark, screaming and firing at imaginary foes.

Rubbing his aching head, Nuzzgrond was forced to admit that Pulg would go far - the kid definitely had the right attitude.

 WAAARGH the Orks!, page 89