It's... a meat pie.

A genuine CMOT Dibbler meat pie.

[ooc: A stunned and teary-eyed Rincewind is sitting on a park bench staring at a highly dubious meat pie as though he has found a house-sized potato the holy grail. Deity gift - one genuine Dibbler meat pie.]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahh!

Run!

[ooc: What was that red streak? Why, yes, it was an absquatulating wizzard. Trufax, real word.]

The best thing about nobby dances like this?

Free food!

The sun had better go down. It's not that I like what's in the dark, but too much of any thing is a bad thing.

Except boredom. Boredom is good. I like boredom. I want boredom. Please give me boredom.

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[ooc: YouTube video... Rincewind on a run in the City. At least for the first four minutes, twenty seconds.]

This reminds me of Fourecks.

Gods, I hated Fourecks.

I hate it here! I hate it here! I hate it here! Oh shit!

[ooc: What can I say? He's eloquent when he's terrified.]

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I don't think you should bite that man. No, I don't care if he's holding shiny red rocks. Don't bi--

...

Well. See what you've done?

No, I'm not carrying you around.

No.

No.

...

Right...

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Elendira, I made your delivery.

Not saying a thing about potatoes. Not a thing. Nothing about potatoes.

I'm going to go find a little oak tree for by my bed, I think. I haven't had a Hogswatch in forever. Does anyone know where I can find paper sausages? I guess I'll need to get some socks so I can hang one up for the Hogfather....

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Carmine reminds me of potatoes.

In a good way.

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Shit.

I hate it here! Hate it! Get away! No, I'm not dinner!

No!

Watch out for that... Luggage...