“What Misty Mountains? Does he mean up by Copperhead?”
“Nah, he ain’t a Lancre Dwarf.”
“Uberwald, you reckon? There’s MMBU, after all*.”
“I dunno, think he’s a bit daft. He doesn’t even know the words to Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold**!”
“Poor bugger. Definitely daft. Look, he doesn’t even know how to quaff properly! It’s landing in his mouth. And when we gave him a rat-onna-stick, he went off on a proper rant – about honour of all things!”
“Shame! D’you think he’d mind if I had the rat then?”
“Nah, go for it. Only there’s no ketchup.”
“Oh. Well, no wonder he went off about honour. You don’t have a rat-onna-stick without ketchup. S’a mug’s game, giving a bloke a rat-onna-stick without ketchup.”
*Miles and Miles of Bloody Uberwald.
**The all-time classic.


