ALRIGHT, SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY:
"Hey! Cultist! Where did you put Soth's Manreaper! He has to have it tomorrow! Dranon yelled to cultist. "Mastoor, it ees over there. Whee cleaned it too. Is Mastoor happy now?" she asked. Dranon looks at the table where cultist pointed. There it was, Soth's shining Manreaper.
"Yeah whateve..." Dranon stopped at the middle of sentence, and looked at the Manreaper. It was clean, shining without any diseases, plagues or rot. Cultist had cleaned it so it was completely useless now. "Okay. That's it. I've had enough. Hey asswipe, get your worthless ass here right now!" Cultist ran to Dranon as fast as she could, looking at Dranon with smile that showed all her pointy teeth, like she was expecting for some kind of reward.
"Yes mastoor?" she asked. Dranon gave her stern look, and pulled his half-erected manhoof from his pants. "Its your time to say hello to Dranon junior." Cultist gasped and then blushed. "Whee..." she tried to say but Dranon interrupted her. "We either please Khorne or Slaanesh, I don't care which, so the choice is yours" Dranon said, chainsword in other and dick in other hand. "Slaanesh..." cultist replied submissively.