“What, make a bodge job?” said the dwarf, his pipe clattering to the floor.
“Yes.”
“Patch it up, you mean? Betray my training by doing half a job?”
“Yes,” said Granny. Her pupils were two little black holes.
“Oh,” said the dwarf. “Right, then.”
-- Discworld
“What, make a bodge job?” said the dwarf, his pipe clattering to the floor.
“Yes.”
“Patch it up, you mean? Betray my training by doing half a job?”
“Yes,” said Granny. Her pupils were two little black holes.
“Oh,” said the dwarf. “Right, then.”
-- Discworld