This allowed him to see the shadow on the wall. It was, contrary to expectations, growing. So were its ears. ‘Any qvestions?’ said the werewolf. Now its teeth seriously interfered with its speech. Its breath smelled even worse than Mr Tulip’s suit. ‘Ah …’ said Mr Pin, standing on tiptoe. ‘I think we’ve come to the wrong place.’ ‘I think zat also.’ At the bar Mr Tulip bit the top off a bottle in a meaningful way. Once again the room was filled with the ferocious silence of calculation and the personal mathematics of profit and loss.
The Truth, Discworld, Terry Pratchett
The New Firm enter Biers and attempt to violently gain information from the patrons. I love this scene so much.
On the one hand, Biers is Ankh-Morpork’s premier undead/supernatural establishment, and this was a monumentally bad choice.
On the other hand, the New Firm are possibly the only people to have ever attempted to enter Biers and lean on the patrons and then walked out alive. Without the information they went in for, granted, and with some manners put on them, but they essentially, by virtue of Mr Tulip’s everything, negotiated the stand-off to a draw.
I mean. Not bad going? Ankh-Morpork in general and Biers in particular still can’t be having that, but good on you for being alarming enough to not die. Heh.
