"Everyone's a bloody critic." said Belsarius Cawl, in binary. "You spend ten thousand years giving them new Space Marines with two wounds and do they appreciate it? No, they whine"
He gurgled down his breathing tube in indignation and switched to speech.
"They're too big. They won't fit in a Rhino. They get stuck in the hatches of space hulks........."
Later that evening, he was baiting a trap with cheese when an idea occurred. Maybe space marine DNA was more malleable than he had assumed.
"I hate Meeces to Pieces," Abbadon the Despoiler.