“I Do Not Believe In Gods” said Dorfl “I Challenge You To A Debate.” A bolt of lightning stuck him directly on the head, melting his watch badge. “That Was Cheating”.
“You’re insane!” Said Rincewind to Twoflowers in his native tongue (A poor translation. What he actually said was “You are one who wears wet copper armor and stands at the top of a hill in a rainstorm saying that Umquorra the Goddess of Lightning has a face like a beet root”)
Thunder rolled. It rolled a six.
Lightning cracked. Three darkened figures stood over a boiling cauldron. “When shall we three meet again?” one cackled. “Tuesday’s fine with me, I have babysitting tomorrow” said a perfectly ordinary voice.