No little Borogravian girl don’t enlist in the military
Oh mein Nuggan zeez iz ein regimenten full ov vvomen!
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No little Borogravian girl don’t enlist in the military
Oh mein Nuggan zeez iz ein regimenten full ov vvomen!
Can you imagine if Easter happened on the Disc? I don’t mean the Soul Cake Duck, but the whole resurrection thing? They’d probably think it was Windle Poons all over again.
“The only difference between Reg now and the Reg he’d left back in the future was that Constable Shoe was rather greyer and was held together in places by stitches. Zombiehood would come naturally to Reg. He was born to be dead.” —Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
“…life for Reg began around the time of death.” —The Ultimate Discworld Companion
A friend is listening to Feet of Clay for the first time and knows just enough of The Magnus Archives (having only listened to the first 5 episodes and some memes so far) for this to amazing text to happen:
My first thought was “That’d be Lady Sybil”, but I quickly realized the fault in that—Lady Sybil wouldn’t need to extend the slightest effort to handle any poor unlicensed thief that might be stupid enough to try anything. I mean Lady Sybil, the woman who dragged a team of unwilling horses back to the site of a dragon attack while still dressed for not only a ball, but a ball in honor of the king’s coronation, who escaped from a family of hostile werewolves through a barred window and beat one of her werewolf captors with a pipe, who used a dragon as a weapon against an attacking grag, who at 16 was fully prepared to attack the intruder who punched her butler with a sword, &c., wouldn’t come close to struggling against a mere unlicensed burglar.