#nobbs

'You got no soul, Fred,' said Nobby. 'I wouldn't've minded being a knight in shining armour. That's what a king does if you're useful. He makes you a knight.' 'A night watchman in crappy armour is about your métier,' said Colon, who looked around proudly to see if anyone had noticed the slanty thing over the e.

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'You are armigerous, Nobby.' Nobby nodded. 'But I got a special shampoo for it, sir.'

There was a knock at the door. It should not be possible for a knock to sound surreptitious, yet this knock achieved it. It had harmonics. They told the hindbrain: the person knocking will, if no one eventually answers, open the door anyway and sidle in, whereupon he will certainly nick any smokes that are lying around, read any correspondence that catches his eye, open a few drawers, take a nip out of such bottles of alcohol as are discovered, but stop short of major crime because he is not a criminal in the sense of making a moral decision but in the sense that a weasel is evil--it is built into his very shape. It was a knock with a lot to say for itself. 'Come in, Nobby,' said Vimes, wearily.

'Do you know much about your, er, antecedents?' 'That is a lie, sir. I haven't got no antecedents, sir, no matter what you might have been tole.' 'Oh. Good. Er... you don't actually know what "antecedents" means, do you, Nobby?' Nobby shifted uneasily. He didn't like being questioned by policemen, especially since he was one. 'Not in so many words, sir.'