"Yes they did," Rincewind insists, staggering to his feet. "And they laughed!" he adds indignantly. "At least I think it was a laugh. Sort of a nyuk, nyuk, nyuk sound. Very rude." He tsks, clutching his beloved hat to his head. He shakes his head to clear it. "Right," he agrees, still staggering a bit. He goes back to start, choosing the red line this time and puts the plate on his head (under his hat). "Just you watch and listen this time," he tells Xellos. Rincewind steps out more confidently this time, though it's anyone's guess as to why. He keeps his eyes on his feet and his hand ready near his head. He manages about half-a-dozen steps this time before he again takes a magnificent fall, this time onto his backside. Balls fall, bells clang and the plate goes rolling away again. "Foul!" Rincewind bawls from the ground. "That was a deliberate foul!"