Regular

“I don’t think I’m the type you’re looking for…”
“Oh, I wouldna say that,” said Rob Anybody wearily. “Accordin’ tae the hag o’ hags, ye’re just the laddie. Ye just need someone tae fight with…”
Big Yan, always suspicious, looked at his brother and followed his gaze to the battered suit of armor.
“Oh aye?” he growled. “Weel, Ah’m no’ gonna be a knee!”

– he’s always the knee |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith