I feel a book of bad poetry coming on:
I wish I was, my brothers,
Primaris just like you
I'd ride out in a Rhino
and fight your battles too
I'd shoot those orks and punch those Tau
I'd show the world my might
But you leave me in the fortress
Just for my lack of height
Your guns are twice the size of me,
Your glove could fit my head
But let me kill an Eldar
Or Las some Necrons dead
Strap me in my tiny Pod
And drop me down from space
Onto a world of Heresy
I'll melt its slimy face!
Excerpt from "The Littlest Space Marine".
You think GW will commission me? And yes, I have been drinking...