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Inquisitor Conversation Wheel:
Paragon: "Lord Admiral, commence Exterimnatus, The Emperor Protects."
Neutral: "Lord Admiral, commence Exterimnatus."
Renegade: "Lord Admiral, open a vox channel to the surface so that I might gloat before we commence Exterimnatus."

You get a cookie Starslyer.
However.....
A space marine romance: His eager hands, shaking with barely restrained lust, slowly reached out to caress her voluptuous form. Oil dripping from his meaty fingers, he began to rub and massage every inch of her curvaceous form, his excitement building by the moment. His eyes wandering greedily over her body were suddenly stopped by her sight, with laser precision she held him immobile in her regard. Snarling he wrapped her in a towel of softest synthskin, wiping oil and dirt away from her slippery form, before laying it down upon his matress. Clumsily he slammed his load into her, grunting with satisfaction, such a tight, eminently right fit.
By he on holy Terra, Brother Magnus loved cleaning his bolter.

An example of an ork conversation wheel:
We's gonna stomp dem 'umies proppa, boss. We need more dakka.
WAAAGH!