Rodney White Share a Random Moment

Rodney White Share a Random MomentUnknown Artist Woodland WalkUnknown Artist football
to edge with prime lean pork, with none oft hose spacious areas of good fresh air under the lid that represented his own profit margin. It was the kind of pie piglets hope to be when they grew up.
His heart sank. His ruin was floating in front of him with short-crust pastry on it.
'Want a taste?' him out of a dreadful dream in which a hundred masked women were attempting to trim his hair with broadswords and cutting it very fine indeed. Some people, having a nightmare like that, would dismiss it as castration anxiety, but Rincewind's subconscious knew being-cut-to-tiny-bits-mortal dread when it saw it. It saw it most of the time.
He sat up.said the wizard. 'There's plenty more where that came from.''Wherever it came from,' said Ardrothy.He looked past the shiny pastry to the face of the wizard, and in the manic gleam of those eyes he saw the world turning upside down.He turned away, a broken man, and set out for the nearest city gate.As if it wasn't bad enough that wizards were killing people, he thought bitterly, they were taking away their livelihood as well. A bucket of water splashed into Rincewind's face, jerking