Three Dark Eldar were stuck in a Hive City, driving an old van. On the side was "Free Candy", written in human blood.
"You're sure this is supposed to work, yeah?" The Sybarite, Daryq, asked frenetically. "We followed every step to the letter."
His partner Bharsys only let out a dim, "Yeah."
"And we're baiting them with something. You're sure we spelled that word right? I think mon'keigh like that stuff."
"Then where the hell are the kids?" Daryq's wits were unraveling further. "M-maybe we're not giving them something promising enough! What's something else little mon'keigh like? Skulls? Birds?"
"We can always say there are xenos to kill here."
The first guy just stares deadpan. "That is not funny. Seriously, Bahrsys, what the fuck?"
"Hey, it's just an idea."
Their driver, Kayzhan, pipes up, "Hey, are we sure we're in the right place?" Admittedly, the place in question, a courtyard, was desolated. Nothing was around but a couple simple statues of guardsmen.
Bharsys comments, "Maybe we came at the wrong time."
"No, we came at the right place!" Daryq shouts at his subordinates. "I'm telling you, I saw those little mon'keigh walking in here earlier today for that...that place where they go sit down and repeat tons of boring army crap."
Daryq groans. "Even it's name is boring. Why do they even bother anyway? They're just gonna get sent out to a front line for us to kill anyways."
The driver asks, "Why are we here, anyway? We could find a bunch of more crowded places to get victims, why come here?"
Daryq stops. "You heard about the legend, right? Word in the Dark City's that there's an Ork out there, trying to kidnap kids or something. I think he's using them for slaves."
Bharsys the blunt then points out, "But aren't Orks infertile? What's the point then?"
"Not. The. Point." The Sybarite points out, "The plan is, we take some kids, we find him, he'll ask us for a chair, and then we jump him and steal his slave harem! It'll be flawless!"