A young man of godlilke proportions* was standing in the doorway.* The better class of gods, anyway. Not the ones with the tentacles, obviously.
Terry Pratchett (via quoteallthethings)
No! Please! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!“ the man yelled.
“Really?” said Vimes. “What’s the orbital velocity of the moon?”
“What?”
“Oh, you’d like something simpler?
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett (via penguin-platform)
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