What about charades?
Ork # 387 stands still looking fierce. The other orks around him are sitting around trying to guess what he is.
Ork #124: "Uh...a rock?"
Ork #556: "No stupid...he's a warg!"
Ork #865: "Nah, I say he's Helm's Deep."
There is complete silence, and Ork #387 remains unmoving, still performing his act. The time eventually runs out.
Ork #387: "Y'all wrong. I was an ork! Y'all are idiots!"
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