First man to be cut in half by a concealed blade is a rotten egg, okay?
"I know you are being good-humoured about it, but I think it's vital
that there is something that holds the crew together," said Carrot,
still calmly sewing.
"Yes, it's called skin. It's important to keep all of you on the inside
of it."
Rincewind stared at the badge. He'd never had one before. Well, that was
technically a lie ... he'd had one that said 'Hello, I Am 5 Today!',
which was just about the worst possible present to get when you are six.
Here was a man who had truly seen life, mostly on the point of departure.
"Well, if you're not going to expect unexpected flames, what's the point
of going anywhere?"
Archchancellor Ridcully decided that the crew needed to be trained.
Ponder Stibbons pointed out that they were going into the completely
unexpected, and Ridcully ruled therefore that they should be given some
unexpected training.
Rincewind, on the other hand, said that they were heading for certain
death, which everyone managed eventually with no training whatsoever.
Lord Vetinari was not a man who delighted in the technical. There were
two cultures, as far as he was concerned. One was the real one, the
other was occupied by people who liked machinery and ate pizza at
unreasonable hours.
"I have to tell you that I'm not sure that they have enough time or
power to get back on to the Disc now."
"What do you mean, you're not sure?" said Lord Vetinari.
"Er ... I mean I am sure but, er, no one likes bad news all at
once, sir."