'Swivel on that one, doggybag!' added Nobby, jumping from one foot to the other in vicious excitement.
Clarence's little piggy eyes glared at the looming bulk that was Carrot, and then at Vimes's face. There was absolutely no mercy there. He appeared to reach a reluctant decision.
'Jolly good,' said Vimes. 'Lock them in the gatehouse, Sergeant.'
Colon drew his bow and squared his shoulders. 'You heard the Man,' he rasped. 'One false move and you're . . . you're…' he took a desperate stab at it,'…you're Home Economics!'
'Yeah! Slam 'em up in the banger!' shouted Nobby. If worms could turn, Nobby was revolving at generating speeds. 'Doucheballs!' he sneered, at their retreating backs.
'Aiding and Abetting what, Captain?' said Carrot, as the weaponless guards trooped away. 'You have to aid and abet something.'
'I think in this case it will just be generalised abetting,' said Vimes. 'Persistent and reckless abetment.'
'Yeah,' said Nobby. 'Can't stand abettors. Slime-breaths!'
Colon handed Captain Vimes the guardhouse key. 'It's not very secure in there, Captain,' he said. 'They'll be able to break out eventually.'
'I hope so,' said Vimes, 'because the very first drain we come to, you're going to drop the key down it. Everyone here? Right. Follow me.'
