Each examined it in turn, snorted or guffawed, and tossed it to the next. By the time the last one caught it, all the orks were hooting in derision. Bad Teeth squatted down and stuck his face into Andy’s. The ork’s breath was fouler than his body odor, and Andy nearly lost it again. He tried to turn his face away, but the ork wrapped a meaty paw around his jaw and wrenched his head back around. "Whatchu doing out in de real world, fluff?"