Nay, I'll not do that again, mark it. Not unless you proper deserve it, in which case that's just what a second's for, doesn't everyone know it? But I won't have to. Besides I reckon if I did it again you'd hit me back, just so, and then I'd be in right trouble.
[Roland:]
You'll read on it soon enough, but there's this talking train called Blaine. Blaine is a pain and that is the truth. He wants to kill himself and anyone else he can, an ancient machine gone to madness. Right peculiar. If I didn't know there are so many books to come after I'd be proper worried.