“Do you remember anything about what happened? You’ve been out for a good twenty minutes.”
“Yes. There were… wooly lambs…” Vimes’s voice trailed into silence for a while. Somehow, what he’d just said took the ring of veracity and dropped it in a deep, deep hole. “There weren’t wooly lambs, right?” he asked hopelessly.
“I didn’t see any,” said Angua carefully. “I did see a striding, screaming, vengeful maniac, sir. But in a good way,” she added.

– on diplomacy |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!