"We-ell, the way I see it, you've got three choices," said Nobby.
"Yeah?"
"You can go and tell him you're not doing it..."
The panic in Colon's face was replaced by glazed gray terror.
"Thank you very much, Nobby," he said bitterly. "Let me know if you've got any more suggestions like that, 'cos I'll need to go and change my underwear."
"Or you could accept it and make such a screw-up of it that he takes it away from you..."
"You're doing this on purpose, Nobby!"
"Might be worth a try, Fred."
"Yeah, but the thing about screw-ups, Nobby, is that it's hard for you to be, you know, precise. You might think you're making a little screw-up and then it blows up in your face and it turns out to be in fact a big screw-up, and in those circumstances, Nobby, I'm sort of worried that what His Lordship might take away from me wouldn't just be the job. I hope I don't have to draw you a picture?"
"Good point, Fred."
"What I'm saying is, screw-ups is like...well, screw-ups is...well, the thing about screw-ups is you never know what size they're going to be."
Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant













