Misunderstanding

"Military Waaagh Department? Don't make me laugh, you poor git! You think they take just anyone's articles?" The guards mocked Bad Tooth, relentlessly chasing after him.

As the Military Waaagh Department beneath the shield drew closer, Bad Tooth ran faster and faster. He rammed the department's front doors open with his head and declared that he had huge news to report!

"Boss, he got inside!" One guard brandished his club and immediately tried to charge in after him, only to be stopped by his captain.

"That's the Military Waaagh Department. If we go in without a proper reason, we'll get beaten too. Just wait for that dine-and-dash bastard to get beaten out with a bunch of clubs. He's pretty meaty too. Once he's roasted, he'll probably cover his debt."

While the guards outside considered which part of Bad Tooth would taste best, Bad Tooth finally got to see what the Military Waaagh Department was like.

The rectangular stone walls were covered in all sorts of junk seized from the humies—helmets, rank insignias, medals, and whatnot.

An Ork in a black trench coat strode over, grabbed Bad Tooth, and gave him a careful once-over.

Hmm... was this some savage lad from the Snakebites? Didn't look like it. He was pretty clean, without a single tattoo.

Smack!

His butt felt pretty good. Nice and firm. He must have worked out a lot in private.

"All right! Stand up straight, you weakling! I'm Iron-Tooth Gut-Shaker! If you can't give me a proper explanation, I'll take your ribs apart and use 'em to fix doors!"

After saying that, Iron-Tooth dragged Bad Tooth deeper inside.

It was bustling within. Gretchin in uniforms were frantically busy, each with a pen made from finger bones hanging from their ears, their bodies covered in ink and paint.

"How