Nafzug's head hurt. There was an insistent pounding that would not end, no matter how hard he wished.
"Boss! Boss! Wake up, boss!"
Nafzug realized what was causing his headache - his grot assistant, Noblitt. Noblitt was furiously beating on Nafzug's skull with his tiny fists, trying to get his master to wake up.
Nafzug swiped at the area around his headache and connected with Noblitt, knocking away the little grot and his fists. The assistant landed with a wet squelch and muffled screech. Nafzug's head still hurt, but at least the pounding had stopped. That's when Nafzug noticed the smell. The Ork opened his eyes and was hit full on with one of those beaky-boyz plasma bursts.
That's what it felt like anyway. Once Nafzug's eyes adjusted, he realized that it was midday, and the sun was directly above his prone body. Nafzug took a deep breath of fetid air and sat up slowly. He realized that there was a reason for the smell - he was in the drops.