I first fell in love with orks with the Rankin and Bass adaption of Return of the King. Ever since then, I’ve had a kindly eye for orks and their kind. Poor souls. Whipped into service, forced to fight. Fight until they die.

And they had such a great marching song! I couldn’t get that song out of my head. I sang it all the time, everywhere I went.

Thanks to Brother Morley for pointing this out to me.

Where There’s a Whip
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