“Oh no, not -'

OF COURSE, WHAT'S SO BLOODY VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS IS THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN PSEPHOPOLOLIS

'But that's five hundred miles away!'

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME, THE WHOLE SYSTEM'S GOT SCREWED UP AGAIN, I CAN SEE THAT. LOOK, THERE'S NO CHANCE OF YOU-?

Rincewind backed away, hands spread protectively in front of him...

'Not a chance!'

I COULD LEND YOU A VERY FAST HORSE.

'No!'

IT WON'T HURT A BIT.

'No!' Rincewind turned and ran. Death watched him go, and shrugged bitterly.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic