The wait had dragged on so long that Iron Claw was yawning and getting sleepy. Just as the boredom became unbearable and he started wondering whether to go do something else and come back later, Crooked Mouth woke up.
Iron Claw had his expressions well under control, too. A gentle smile appeared on his usually ferocious face.
There was no shame in asking for help.
"Uh, Big Mek Crooked Mouth." Iron Claw rubbed his hands together. "I've got somethin' I need your help with. See, the Humies have been gettin' real uppity lately. Not only have they killed plenty of our boyz, they've built solid defenses, too. Breakin' through won't be easy."
"I reckon we need to hit 'em hard! Shootas, Big Choppas, Big Booms-we need the lot. Big tin cans, big planes, big wagons, too..."
"It's just... well, here's the thing, Big Mek. I gave all my Teef to Goldtooth recently, so I'm a bit short right now. Put it on my tab. Of course! You know me. Nobody keeps his word better than Iron Claw. I always pay back the Teef I owe! Once we Waaagh! our way through the Humies, I'll use the Teef from the loot to settle up first thing!"
Crooked Mouth tilted his head and glanced at Iron Claw. "I ain't a Big Mek yet. My skills haven't been recognized."
"You're too modest. From the Rainforest to the Plains, and even the Underground Tunnels, what Ork hasn't heard of the mighty Big Mek Crooked Mouth?! With a Big Mek helpin' out in this Waaagh!, those flimsy Humie defenses won't stand a chance." It was no small feat for an Ork as large and imposing as Iron Claw to speak so humbly.
Crooked Mouth waved him off rudely. "Boss Iron Claw, I trust your word.