"Yes, I thought it would be something like seaweed," agreed Rincewind. "They certainly taste like seaweed would taste if anyone was masochistic enough to eat seaweed."

More from Terry Pratchett

• And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: “Psst!”
• Bishops move diagonally. That’s why they often turn up where the kings don’t expect them to be.
• Brother Preptil, the master of the music, had described Brutha’s voice as putting him in mind of a disappointed vulture arriving too late at the dead donkey.
• Brutha tried to nod, and thought: I’m on everyone’s side. It’d be nice if, just for once, someone was on mine.
• Dhblah sidled closer. This was not hard. Dhblah sidled everywhere. Crabs thought he walked sideways.
• Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.