Orks don't take kindly to any git actin' all un-orky, see? If one o' da boyz starts bein' weird, da usual fix is bashin' 'is skull 'til 'e remembers 'ow to be proppa. An' if 'e don't? Well, into da dirt wiv 'im—less noise, more WAAAGH! It’s usually mid-krumpin’ when da ladz start noticin’ ‘e ain’t lookin’ quite so green. That’s when da shoutin’ starts: “Oi! Dis git's gone all purply!” Which is dead dodgy, if ya ask me.

Now, most orks ain't da observant type—too busy stompin' an' shoutin'—but da mad doks and weirdboyz? They spot a zoggin’ freak in a heartbeat. One look an’ it’s beat 'im ‘til 'e’s mulch! Green is best, ev’ryone knows dat. Gork ‘elp ya if ya go 'gainst dat. Some zogged-up culty-types might say it’s just warpaint or sumfin’, but purple? PURPLE?! Nah, that’s a sneaky, untrustworthy color. Smells like sneakin' about an’ readin’ books, it does. Bash 'im first, ask questions never!