‘What is it?’
‘It’s a wolf!’
‘In the city? What does it find to eat?’
‘Oh, why did you have to ask that?’
-Feet of Clay
Vimes leaned back. ‘The alchemists are always blowing things up. I never heard them getting sacked for it.’
‘That’s because no one’s ever blown up the Guild Council, sir.’
‘What, all of it?’
‘Most of it, sir. All the easily detachable bits, at least.’
-Feet of Clay
‘Guild member?’
‘Not any more, sir.’
‘Oh? How did you leave the guild?’
‘Through the roof sir. But I’m pretty certain I know what I did wrong.’
-Feet of Clay
‘Corporal Nobbs is sick, sir.’
‘Oh, I know that.’
‘I mean off sick, sir.’
‘Not his granny funeral this time?’
‘Nossir.’
‘How many’s he had this year, by the way?’
‘Seven, sir.’
-Feet of Clay
‘This is most uncalled for. Couldn’t you have arranged a less awkward time?’
ONLY BY CONSULTATION WITH YOUR MURDERER.
‘It all seems very badly organized. I wish to make a complaint. I pay my taxes, after all.’
I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
The shade of Mr Hopkinson began to fade. ‘It’s simply that I’ve always tried to plan ahead in a sensible way…’
I FIND THE BEST APPROACH IS TO TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES.
‘That seems very irresponsible…’
IT’S ALWAYS WORKED FOR ME.
-Feet of Clay
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