Discworld

‘You’ll be killed!’ said Rincewind.

She turned on him. ‘Then at least we shall have died for something!’

‘Cleanse The State With The Blood Of Martyrs,’ rumbled Three Yoked Oxen.

Rincewind spun around and waved a finger under Three Yoked Oxen’s nose, which was as high as he could reach.

‘I’ll bloody well thump you if you trot out something like that one more time!’ he shouted, and then grimaced at the realization that he had just threatened a man three times heavier than he was.

Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchett (via fuckyeahrincewind)

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