Xellos reflects that eventually he's going to have to get a camera. Rincewind's expression on seeing the three worms, five beetles, and one blood-red, oversized scorpion teeming around in his 'jam-store' is priceless.
"Possibly you ran into a sandwich board," he suggests, not unkindly. "If you slowed down a little, you might be able to figure out how to take it off."
Xel already has his fingers in his ears when the inevitable happens again. The tangle of robes and skinny legs and gently bouncing beachballs is... impressive. In the saddest way imaginable.
Ahh, had forgotten about this! I also plead trip-fatigue.