Each day the New Orcland Grunts have a team workout session (often multiple sessions) lead by Leeroy Jenkins. We take a glimpse inside the internal workings of both the Grunts and Leeroy’s mind.
Leave yourself no option! Take away, your safety net. Straight ahead, leave yourself no F’orc’n out.Don’t look for a way to make this shit easier.
Look for the hard way. Find the hard path. Find it, and take that F’orc’n path. Find the way that you have to fight every inch to get to the top of the mountain. Don’t look for a F’orc’n easy way out.
I hear you say it, but do you mean it?
Do you really mean it when you say you want to make the astrogranite crack?
Do you really mean it when you say your tired of being an ordinary F’orc’n player?
Do you mean it when you say you don’t want to be like everybody else?
Do you really mean that shit? Or are you just talking to hear yourself talk?
It sounds good F’orc’n troglodyte, but everybody can’t do this shit.
I heard a lot of you say you want to be a F’orc’n Grunt. You want to be a part of the Nation. But are you willing to pay the price to be a Grunt? Are you willing to pay the price to stand with the Nation? Are you willing, to do what it takes to be counted as the One?
[Leeroy looks over at Whaling Jennings who is sitting on the edge of the bench press rack]
You ready for this? You ain’t ready.
[Leeroy points around the room at each Grunt]
[Jennings lays back and starts knocking out presses]
Yeah, Yup! Yup! Hit it Whaling! Hit it. You ain’t done yet. You got more! Hit it!
[Jennings racks the bar and swaps out with Testorclese]
Come on Testy! Get up! Get it Testy! Get up with it!! Get up with it TEST-EE!!!
[Testorclese racks the weights and Leeroy pounces on the bench]
HA HA HA! Working out with these Grunts could keep an gnome in shape! Probably make them hurt them F’orc’n self though.
[Leeroy pumps out 40 reps and racks the bar, gets up and flexes]
Woo Hoo! I command you to kill…Testorclese, I command you to kill! Jennings, where Jennings at?
Jennings, all way from over here, I command you to kill! HA Ha HA!
Slim! Slim!! I command you to kill Slim!!!
Where Jesse at? Jesse?!
I command you to kill Jessie!!
Do you really want this shit? Or you THINK you want this shit?
Do you have the testicular fortitude to go after this shit?
Do you have what it takes to COMMAND some shit to kill?
You tell me you F’orc’n troglodytes out there lifting toothpicks, “could you please kill? could you please…”
COMMAND some shit to kill…!
That way they don’t have no F’orc’n choice. I will make you kill!! You don’t have no choice, I’m not giving you an option, I’m not giving you a plan B. You don’t have but one way to go and that’s straight F’orc’n forward. F’orc going back, we don’t have but one gear, that’s forward.
Straight ahead, F’orc’n troglodyte, astrogranite sparking as I walk, get out of the F’orc’n way!
F’orc plan B. F’orc your options. You don’t have a choice! Command some shit to kill.
You got to believe this from your F’orc’n core. You got to mean this shit. Do you mean it F’orc’n troglodyte, or your bullshitting?
Are you wasting time? You can’t wait to get back to your McMurty’s and your slippers and your F’orc’n remote, or did you come here to release every F’orc’n thing you got? Right here! Right now!
Are you playing? Are you serious about this shit?
All I got to say is F’orc’n show me! Show me! If you’re serious, then show me.
If you ain’t serious…then PLEASE…shut the F’orc up.