Carrot turned, and looked puzzled. The iconograph floated away, trailing small curses.
“And where’s my apple?” he said.
“What?” said Rincewind, perplexed at the sudden subject of fruit.
“I’d just started eating an apple, and I just rested it in the air… and it’s gone.”
The ship creaked in the glaring sunlight.
And an apple core came tumbling gently through the air.
“I suppose there are just the three of us aboard?” said Rincewind innocently.
“Don’t be silly,” said Carrot. “We’re sealed in!”
“So… your apple ate itself?”
They looked at the jumble of bundles held in the webbing behind them.
“I mean, call me Mr Suspicious,” said Rincewind, “but if the ship is heavier than Leonard thought, and we’re using up more air, and food is vanishing–”
“You’re not suggesting that there’s some kind of monster floating around below the Rim that can bore into wooden hulls, are you?” said Carrot, drawing his sword.
“Ah, I hadn’t thought of that one,” said Rincewind. “Well done.”
“Interesting,” said Leonard. “It would be, perhaps, a cross between a bird and a bivalve. Somewhat squid-like, possibly, using jets of–”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, yes!”
– Rincewind gets help thinking of terrible things |
Terry Pratchett, The Last Hero
When Rincewind is written like this, I enjoy him *tremendously*.
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