18. Run: v.tr. To convey or transport

[failed_wizard]

It's... a meat pie.

A genuine CMOT Dibbler meat pie.

[ooc: A stunned and teary-eyed Rincewind is sitting on a park bench staring at a highly dubious meat pie as though he has found a house-sized potato the holy grail. Deity gift - one genuine Dibbler meat pie.]

Comments

[letslip]

... A what?

[failed_wizard]

A meat pie. From home. From Ankh-Morpork. With questionable meat and everything.

It's beautiful.

[letslip]

Questionable meat?

[failed_wizard]

Highly questionable. And if I break the crust, there will be slimy bits and sad vegetables.

I want to eat it, but it will be gone when I do.

[letslip]

... That does sound awful questionable.

[failed_wizard]

Oh, it's dreadful.

So dreadful it's wonderful.

[letslip]

All I could think is... I could try making it, if I saw it, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be as good.

[failed_wizard]

You need Ankh-Morpork water, I think. And a Dibbler. You definitely need a Dibbler.

There should be one here. They're everywhere.

[letslip]

What's a Dibbler?

[failed_wizard]

That's a good question.

Sort of... like the entrepreneurial spirit could infect a baby before birth and be born a Dibbler.

[letslip]

... Oh. Well.

Never heard of those.

[failed_wizard]

That's... almost too bad.

Almost.

You can count on a Dibbler to try to sell you his mother if he can make a three pennny profit.

[letslip]

Greedy, then?

[failed_wizard]

Absolutely.

[letslip]

Got it.