"I, I, I..." Rincewind tries, his mouth working like a just-landed fish. He gazes frantically from one man to the other. The fact that they are both smiling terrifies him. He's quite sure sharks smile like that. "Glart, toe, rift awag." Rincewind flees for the kitchen. Going through the swinging door, he meets someone coming out. With a loaded tray, judging by the crashes, thuds and curses. Rincewind doesn't even slow down.