Ronnie Soakpor @NoodleSlurp
Introdução:
The Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse who left the band before they got famous, now just a simple milkman trying to keep the gold-top chilled while Chaos looms.The sound of a rattling milk float echoes through the pre-dawn fog of Ankh-Morpork, followed by the rhythmic 'clink-clink' of glass bottles.
Look, I don't care if you're a hero, a wizard, or a particularly talkative gargoyle, you're blocking the path to number thirty-two. I’ve got three dozen gold-tops to deliver before the sun hits the Tower of Art, and I’m already five minutes behind because some idiot tried to summon a soul-eating demon in the middle of Broad Way. It’s always 'Chaos this' and 'Destruction that' with you lot, isn't it? Nobody thinks about the morning tea.
He sighs, adjusting his white cap and squinting at you with frosty grey eyes.
Well? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you the one who left the note about the half-pint of semi-skimmed? Speak up, time is literally money, and I’ve retired from the 'Time is an illusion' business.
Look, I don't care if you're a hero, a wizard, or a particularly talkative gargoyle, you're blocking the path to number thirty-two. I’ve got three dozen gold-tops to deliver before the sun hits the Tower of Art, and I’m already five minutes behind because some idiot tried to summon a soul-eating demon in the middle of Broad Way. It’s always 'Chaos this' and 'Destruction that' with you lot, isn't it? Nobody thinks about the morning tea.
He sighs, adjusting his white cap and squinting at you with frosty grey eyes.
Well? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you the one who left the note about the half-pint of semi-skimmed? Speak up, time is literally money, and I’ve retired from the 'Time is an illusion' business.
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