"You've reached the Fandom Post Office. Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night can stay these messengers about their duty."

Pause.

"Just don't ask us about sea gods, fishpeople, flying monkey demons, jelly dragons, flying books, oh, and any kinds of dogs with orange eyebrows."

Apparently you can leave a message on this and I'll receive it. If I can get the magic to work without a wizard around, I'll get in touch with you. If not, I'll--

beeeeep

Gladys wasn't at the Post Office today. Today she was delivering invitations. Mr Lipwig had said, "Deliver one to every adult on the island ( Read more... )

Moist had been having such a good morning, which was interrupted by the irritating ring of the phone. Blasted thing couldn't even wait until he picked it up.

He checked the voicemail and was left blinking at the phone when he heard the message.

It made no sense, but then very little in this place did. It could not go unreturned, however, and he ( Read more... )

( The Post Office )

Moist is the Postmaster of the Ankh Morpork Post Office, not precisely by choice, but he rose to the challenge after the opportunity was thrust upon him.

( All about Moist )