Before a pie can be dropped from the heavens, a cane is raised and the pastry rises up, ricochets off a red-head, does a double flip in the air and comes down with a splat on the head of the thrower. Custard oozes over his black, bowl-cut hair. Cheers, jeers, whistles and catcalls greet the performance.
"All right," Rincewind says with a sigh. Oh goody. There are forks to look forward to. "Plate on head, hat on plate, right?" He gets everything set up and actually manages to get about twenty feet into the obstacle course before the plate falls off his head.