After having been a captive of the orks for a while, they let you go free and gave you a gift. A squig named Squiggles. After three days of that chaotic little ball of teeth and an excessive amount of energy trying to bite your arm off, Squiggles took a liking to you, Today you walked into your barracks with your little squig on a leash and the commissar not saying anything, maybe out of respect for your endurance, maybe out of fear of getting his left arm bitten off, but he let it slide... Weird... "grrr... rawr..." Yep, that's the sound of Squiggles trying to be the squig who just wants to make sure his Boss is happy. You smile at the cute little ball of teeth, petting it in the process.