"I was talking to that Malcolm fellow down in the slums... And I got this really unnatural feeling."
"What sort of feeling?"
"Just a feeling that something wasn't quite right with him."
"Hmm. Are you suggesting 'warp wierdness'?"
"I'm not sure, but I'd watch him closely, if I were you."
Would you mind if I re-wrote this in a style I imagine the low gothic of the Imperium goes...
'You know Malcolm? Works the night shift, down the manifactorum?'
'Yeah'
'Have you seen his sister?'
'Oh yeah!'
'I've always thought he's a bit ... wierd, you know. Keeps himself to himself and all, but I've always thought that's a bit odd. Haven't you?'
'Well .. I don't - '
'I don't want to have to tell the tech-priest about that screw up you did....'
'Oh Yeah, proper weird. Like there was something up with him.'
'What, like the priests talk about?'
'Yeah, you know. 'eretical, kinda thing.'
'Nah, I wouldn't say that much ... you know what happens if -'
'Don't make me tell the tech-priest'
'All right, yeah. Heretical...'
'lets keep an eye on 'im, eh? Maybe someone will get interested. We could do alright with that...'
(apologies, but I liked the scene...)