Rincewind gives a breathless little shriek, totally unable to recall what it is he's supposed to do. It's those teeth! He gibbers incoherently, eyes doing a mad sort of tango. They happen to fall on the pizza. Pizza! Yes! Right! Customers! Take pizza to customers! With spastic movements that suggest a puppeteer with a severe case of hiccoughs, Rincewind picks up the pizza, turns and staggers away into the dining room with it.