Part 40: Day 50, Or'es Tash'n, Interlude

Wot a rubbish ending that was. Da Tau winnin' da game? Buncha rot, dat is. Oi, you dere.
Yeah, boss?
You get dat package sent off like I askered yer to?
Yeah, put it right in the mail, I did.
Heh heh heh, good, good. And did yer use express post?
What? No, boss, just da regular mail.
You wot?
I, uh, I used der regular mail.
You soddin idiot! Whaddya have ta go and do dat for?
I, I, I thought I'd save us a coupler bucks!
You filthy grot-lover. You've messed up me new Waaagh!
They said it should only take a week at most.
And you believed them? You got squigs fer brains? Da Kronus Post is da worst in da galaxy. "A week at most." Man alive. Might as well take a vacation.
I'm sorry, boss.
Ya, well, sorry ain't gonna make it right, will it?

Will it???
N-no, it won't.
Dat's right. It won't. Now get out of me sight.

*a few weeks later, in Or'es Tash'n*

O'Kais, you've received a package. No return address on it. It's pretty beat up. And it smells.
Oooo, stuff! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
O'Kais, what is it? O'Kais? Uh, O'Kais?
B-by the Ethereals. I--I'm going to need some time alone. Leave me.
O, okay?
So it has come to this...