In a society where villainy is rewarded, cruelty is a virtue, and only the most ruthless achieve power, imprisonment is a rarity (most offenders, truly, are eaten). The individual creatures who do rate such treatment are either too valuable to destroy, or so twisted that they provide some kind of bizarre amusement.
During the third Waagh against Armageddon, Bob found himself on death row, and noticed that the penal colony on the third moon of Mestiphus IV was missing a few guards, not to mention the local Warboss himself (they were at Armageddon, after all). Being smarter than the average greenskin, Bob liberated the boyz, who now follow him with a fervor Orkz normally only show for beer and grot kickin'. WAAAGH!
