Yazneg: [in Black Speech] The Dwarf-scum, Master... we lost them. Ambushed by Elvish filth, we were...
Azog: I don't want excuses. I want the head of the Dwarf-king!
Yazneg: There was nothing we could do! I barely escaped with my life!
Azog: Far better you had... paid with it.
[throws him into the Wargs' den, and they tear him to pieces]