"I don't want allies!" Rincewind says firmly. "I just want people to leave me alone. I didn't choose it," he points out. "They're the ones who ran afoul of a tiger. And if I run far enough, the tiger will lose interest."
"Bully me into doing what you want." It's a simple statement of fact; no whining. "Aren't they the same thing?" he asks. "I can't run fast and talk," Rincewind points out. "That's just the way it is. Sorry." He rolls his eyes. He knows what that is right enough.