The Little Gretchin Workshop Surrounds the Great War Workshop

"Leather Old Fart! Leather Old Fart! Leather Old Fart!"

The Gretchin were cheering when several Mek Boys approached from the distance. They banged their wrenches against the scrap metal beside them and shouted:

"What the hell are you little runts doing? Instead of working and collecting scrap, you're standing around hollering! Want me to slap you all dead?

"Move it! The Big Mek needs parts. He's building the meanest Big Mech ever. If I have to come chase you again, I'll kill you!"

The Mek Boys stalked off, still cursing. The Gretchin looked at one another.

Several gathered around Leather Old Fart and asked:

"Leather Old Fart, what do we do now?"

Leather Old Fart stood a terrifying 1.6 meters tall, and wisdom gleamed in his eyes.

"Following Gretchin Majek's guidance, I'm making these arrangements to bring about Big Gretchinism!

"The quickest Gretchin will collect scrap. Give half to the Big Mek and keep half for ourselves to make guns, cannons, and boomers!

"The sharpest Gretchin will help out in the Big Mek's War Workshop. Watch how he makes clankers, Big Booms, and Big Mechs. Once you've learned, come back and we'll open our own Gretchin Workshop!

"We'll surround the War Workshop with Gretchin Workshops!

"Finally, anyone who knows how to farm or tend mushrooms will take good care of the Mushroom Field.

"If Squigs or Gretchin grow out of the Mushroom Field, bring them into our ranks at once and teach them Big Gretchinism.

"But if an Ork Boy grows out, all the Gretchin will pile on, kill him, and plant him back in the ground!"

The Gretchin were fired up at once. They scattered to their assigned work.

The Orks were biological weapons engineered by the Old Ones. Born for war, they had a social structure built for