The ork hangar was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the boyz had just returned from a big raid on those stupid humies, and all they wanted to do was to sleep. So it was just the two mekboyz Orrid and Arry there, banging away at the technological monstrosity only mekboyz comprehended.

Orrid in particular was retrofitting the encabulaic voltage reciprocator when he got an idea.

"Oi, Arry," he started, but Arry immediately replied with a sigh.

"Let me guess. It's another one of yer zoggin brilliant ideas."

Orrid was amazed at Arry's foresight, but he didn't let it deter him, "So get this Arry. You know how we get bigga, the more we fight? And da biggest one of us becomes da boss? Well wot if, and this is just an if, we can somehow get taller, without doing any work?"

"Yeh? And how do ya suppose you do that?"

"Like this!"

Orrid straightened his back and did his best to look as tall as possible.

"Wot?"

"You know. Just stand taller."

"You wot? Straighten yer back just ta get a couple inches taller?"

"Yeh."

"Get outta 'ere."

"I'z serious!"

"Have you seen how big da boss is? He's right propa big. Almost as big as a stompa. You ain't gettin anywhere near that with just a couple inches. You'z gonna need a couple more metres. "

With that, Orrid fell into silence and resumed hammering on the mechanical whatever.

"Oi, Arry."

"Yeh?"

"Wot if we stood on stikkz?"

"Stickz?"

"Yeh, and not just one of 'em small stikkz. I'z talking bout those real long ones. Like, one of 'em metre tall ones, you know? Den we'd be right propa tall, yeh?"

Arry imagined the daft git standing on two wobbly sticks and promptly falling over spectacularly.

"You know wot Orrid, you'z a genius"