Little Gretchin, Big Wisdom 2

(Thanks to .sona and kkxs. for the tips that made this extra chapter possible.)

Afterward, the Gretchin took Leather Old Fart to see their secret stash.

One Gretchin lifted an iron plate, revealing thousands of parts underneath.

He said excitedly:

"Leather Old Fart, Leather Old Fart! Look at this dead-straight steel pipe. We could make a Kustom Pistol with it! And this really tough iron plate could make a Choppa! Look at this beautiful engine. We could definitely build a tank with it!

"These are ours—our Gretchin wealth! Nobody's taking them from us!"

The Gretchin around him cheered. Ever since they had awakened to Big Gretchinism, they had started keeping things for themselves.

They had thousands of little storerooms like this, scattered through dumpsters and the Mushroom Field. Only Gretchin could find them. They were the collective property of all Gretchin!

Before, they had handed every valuable part they found over to the Big Meks. The Big Meks always tricked them, promising Killa Kans they never delivered.

Now they had wealth of their own. They had never felt anything so satisfying!

Leather Old Fart said:

"Good. Keep looking for parts. We need to stockpile more until the time comes!

"But don't forget to give half the parts to the Big Meks. That'll keep them off their guard!

"The longer we have, the stronger we'll grow!"

Just then, gunshots and screams rang out in the distance across Garbage Mountain. Leather Old Fart immediately led his Gretchin followers into cover on a mound of junk and looked toward the gunfire.

In the distance, several Ork Boys were firing at Gretchin scavenging for scrap.

After a few Gretchin were shot and fell to the ground, the Ork Boys rushed over, grabbed them, and laughed gleefully.

"Roast Gretchin, roast Gretchin! Have you tasted that