Before long, Hols followed Daft to his shabby room. He watched Daft rummage around for ages before finally digging out some teeth. Now they had the money for a juicy Squig.
Quick-witted Daft promptly bought a juicy Squig from a crafty Gretchin and roasted a feast for Hols.
Hols thoroughly enjoyed the meal, which made him look on Daft much more favorably. Lately, Cheng Mingrui had been strictly forbidding him from eating outside mealtimes to keep his weight under control, so an extra meal like this was a rare treat.
Pleased with the food, Hols spoke up for once. Normally, he couldn't be bothered to talk to any Orks other than Sneaky Boss. "You said you could fly a plane! Can you take me down to the planet? I wanna watch Blood Bowl Squigball."
"Sure, I can... I modified the plane myself, so flying from here to the planet ain't much of a problem. It's just... I ain't got enough work points, and I still gotta tighten screws. Today, the Union Boyz checked my work points, found I was way behind, and gave me a right telling-off. I got so mad I went looking for a Gretchin to take it out on..."
Hols's eyes were innocent and bright. "Easy! I'll talk to Sneaky Boss and get you moved into our work crew. Boss has loads of work points! One more won't matter."
Daft felt as though lightning had struck his brain. You could do that? Just like that, he'd landed a place in Sneaky Boss's crew? No wonder those Gretchin loved becoming lackeys to powerful Ork Warbosses. Being a lackey was brilliant-you could get work points without tightening screws!
Daft's expression instantly lit up, and he agreed at once. "No problem! I'll take..."
"Big Mudball." Hols didn't give his long