Tale 130 told by Bishop on 13.02.2001
Order and Control

One of those stinky orcs lumbered in the other day.
He screamed in rage for awhile, scaring quite a few
away, them calmed down and came to sit at the bar.
He stank of rancid swamps and was covered in dirt
from head to toe.  My look must have portrayed my
utter terror, but he laughed and said I had nothing
to fear from his rage, he had learned from Order
and Control.  He spoke of them like they were actual
people, but I dismissed it as lack of intelligence.
He talked quite a bit more, but those orcs are so
dumb, I couldn't make much out except some jumble
about squeezing through tight spots, whatever
that meant.