[His hand comes up and smacks Garrosh's hand away, vein popping out of his forehead so far that it might give the impression that it would break open and blood might go everywhere from the burst.]

Oh, your planet exploded huh, and you were still on it? And you lived? Tell me, how many orcs survived? My planet was vaporized and only a handful of my race survived, then forced into servitude to the one that destroyed it! Traveling from planet to planet, eradicating everything in our wake! For what?! To conquer world after world for a tyrant who only sought to destroy us all in the end!

I feel no pity for you or your race. Be thankful you have a world to reside on! I suggest you care a little more for your world lest you lose it and everything else dear to you!