This chapter is, I think, a lot better than the last and returns to the dialogue that always amused me so much in 'Comradeship'.

The game of Cripple Mr Onion that has been played previously is chronicled in 'Comradeship Has Limits.'

Things were getting heated in the coach. A recent game of Cripple Mr Onion had returned to haunt the Watch...

'I never did see that money again.' Reg sniffed.

Nobby leered, although Nobby was a leer personified to begin with. 'I never saw that kiss.' When he leered he turned into a sort of uber-leer.

Reg scowled. 'The point is that we are not playing Cripple Mr Onion now. We just aren't.'

Vimes was getting irritated, which was his only excuse for what he said next. 'Because the coach is too small to give you two any space in which to be alone together.'

Angua began to study the landscape out of the tiny window she was wedged up against. The landscape bored her, so she resumed listening to her fellow officers. Which was a mistake. Visit had had some new pamphlets made for this momentous occasion. And was attempting to hand them out. Dorfl was the only enthusiastic recipient, although Carrot could have been designated amiable. Vimes, however, indulged in 'accidentally ' setting his on fire with his cigar. Visitwasn't suicidal, so refrain from taking issue. He just shot Vimes a disapproving look and sniffed pointedly.

Angua stared blankly at hers, waited until Dorfl began occuping Visit's attention with a debate, then threw hers out of the window. Carrot still saw though. He gave her a reproachful look.

'Constable Visit spends a lot of time on those, you know. You shouldn't treat them like that. At least save them for later, they might enlighten you.'

'Carrot are you seriously telling me that you have actually read these things? And that you would appreciate me converting to Omnianism?'

Carrot's honest smile faltered for a moment. 'Well...maybe religion could have a place in your life.'

Angua noticed he avoided mentioning whether or not he actually read the leaflets. 'Religion does have a place in my life. A place next door to silver bullets and dissolving handcuffs in the 'useless and/or harmful' block of my soul.'

Carrot frowned. 'Cynicism is not necessarily a desirable trait.'

Vimes laughed. 'In Ankh-Morpork cynicism may not be a desirable trait but it is a survival trait, at least for a Watchman.'

Carrot tried. He really did. 'You always paint Ankh-Morpork in such a negative light, sir, but you're the first to defend it, so surely it can't be-'

'Carrot I defend it because if I didn't someone would burn it to the ground. Again.'

Reg flinched at the mention of burning. To try and take his mind of it he began moaning. 'I hope everyone realises that I'm going to miss my Fresh Start meetings. Without me the undead community will-'

'Fall apart?' Nobby could be quite nasty when he wanted to be.

Reg just glared. The effect was rather spoiled when the coach went over a pothole and his nose landed in his lap.

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