The orcs Mooger and Thorger were preparing for battle against the human kingdom of Arsia.

Before Thorger could leave the armory, Mooger, tapped him on the shoulder.

“Thorger we could die today so I want to say something to you,” said Mooger.

“What is it?”

“I’ve always been in love with you.”

Thorger dropped his weapons and his chainmail came off. “Come here.”

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The two orcs kissed passionately. Mooger gripped Thorger’s muscular buttocks firmly, getting a good handful of that dark meat.

Thorger suddenly broke away, looking sad. “Mooger we cannot. My father would not approve.”

“Why not?” Mooger demanded, raising his battleaxe. “I will kill him to show how worthy I am of you then ask for his blessing.”

“No,” said Thorger. “It is far more complicated than that.”

“Tell me,” said Mooger, bringing Thorger back into his thick oily arms.

“The truth is…..” Thorger began.

“Yes?”

“I am your sister.”

It was Mooger’s turn to break away. “What?! You lie!”

Thorger showed Mooger what was in his lunchbox. Indeed the evidence found within was undeniable. A wrinkled napkin, and a bottle of soymilk.

Mooger ran from the armory and mounted a horse before riding as far away from Thorger as he could.