Grumbling and complaining from the celestial plane, along with boos and hisses.
Rincewind frowns. "Sounds like a storm. Thought I heard thunder." He turns to Xellos, wide-eyed. "How long am I going to be doing this?!" he asks incredulously. He has no illusions about his gymnastic abilities. "I'll need a cane before I can do all that!"