Bloody great things they is. Feet big as a horse's trough. I should know, a whole load of 'em stamped over the field yonder not two weeks hence. That's a half hunnard's weight of cabbages I shan't see again in a hurry. Work fer the army so I hear. Pretty thick, but you point 'em at the enemy and say go... well, I hear the crows don't get no look in if you catch my meaning. I hear they'll dig up the dead and eat them you know. Old Hob from down the way says they eat dogs! Dogs I tell you! It comes to somethin' when our Karl Franz sees fit ter offer these lunks work in the Imperial ranks. I tell you, I ain't having one round here — no way! They smell like a sheep's dag end and they'll eat you out of hearth and home.
—Rilker Kohl, Peasant Farmer, on ogres, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Old World Bestiary — A Compendium of Creatures Fair and Foul
Oh, people say they're stupid, but I'll tell you this — they know the clink of gold right enough. Strong as bulls they are, and seem to know little fear. I've certainly seen them face things that would make most ordinary troops soil themselves. Yes, they're often underestimated. Yes, they drink and eat and bellow, but after you've seen them punch through and flank a line, well, let's just say you learn a little respect for those flabby heads of theirs. Stout mercenariness, but don't deny them rations. They'll nod and agree and two hours later you'll be saying "where's the horses?"
—Captain Schultz, Mercenary Commander, on ogres, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Old World Bestiary — A Compendium of Creatures Fair and Foul
No voice in our heads but the Maw
We relish the sound of its call
We'll plunder and feast on any man, any beast
Doesn't matter, we'll snack on them all
The stragglers we didn't consume
Are chucked in our sacrifice stew
They scream, and they run
But that's part of the fun
'Cuz the Ogres are coming to get ya!
Oh, Ogres, Ogres, chomping on meats!
Filling our guts with our struggling treats!
Tearing, chewing, we kill for the Maw!
The power and grub's what we're doing it for!
Crunching and biting we kill for the Maw!
The power and grub's what we're doing it for!
We relish the sound of its call
We'll plunder and feast on any man, any beast
Doesn't matter, we'll snack on them all
The stragglers we didn't consume
Are chucked in our sacrifice stew
They scream, and they run
But that's part of the fun
'Cuz the Ogres are coming to get ya!
Oh, Ogres, Ogres, chomping on meats!
Filling our guts with our struggling treats!
Tearing, chewing, we kill for the Maw!
The power and grub's what we're doing it for!
Crunching and biting we kill for the Maw!
The power and grub's what we're doing it for!
—Ogre drinking song, Total War: Warhammer III
"I follow two masters only: gluttony and greed."
—Lump the Enlightened, Baldur's Gate III
