Rincewind just hangs from Xellos' hands, his face a mask of terror. He flicks his eyes to the prep cooks, one of whom smirks and gives Rincewind a little wave. The other one sniggers meanly in anticipation. Elbow nudges and more whispers are exchanged. His eyes swivel back of their own volition (dratted things!) and he cringes at the smile. "RUN AWAY!" a traitorous voice in his head screeches at him. "No thank you," he returns. "I like my insides where they are." Rincewind sags with relief when he gets his own hat back. All he has to do is watch his step and everything will be fine. "Right. Sure it will be," the voice is just dripping with sarcasm. "Are those bananas I see those two getting?" Rincewind considers taking up long-distance swimming, the 'learn as you drown' method.