Dibbler: Oh I come from a city
From a very dirty city
Where the thieves and assassins roam
Where some think it is fun /Where it's flat and immense
To pie you in the face /And the smell is intense
It's corrupted, but hey--it's home!
When the wind's at your back
And the sun's never seen
And the wizards always think they're right
Come on down,
Stop on by
Hop a broomstick and fly
To another Ankh-Morporkian night!
Like Ankh-Morporkian days
More often than not
Are smellier than sh*t
In a lot of good ways
'Neath Ankh-Morporkian moons
A man off his guard
Could be inhumed and robbed
Out there on the streets.
Ah, hello and good evening to you worthy friend.
Please, please, come closer--(Camera zooms in hitting
Dibbler in face) Too close, a little too close. (Camera
zooms back out)There.
Welcome to Ankh-Morpork. City of magnitude, of rejection,
and the finest merchandise this side of the river Ankh, on
sale today, come on down!
Heh, heh. Look at this! Yes! Combination Bohkah and
skrumble maker--also makes Klatchian fries. Will not break
(taps it on table), will not--(it falls apart)--it
broke. Ooohhh! Look at this! (Pulls out Tupperware) I
have never seen one of these intact before. This is the
famous XXXX Tupperware. Listen. (Pries it open,
makes raspberry sound.) Ah, still good. (Camera begins
to pan to right. Dibbler hurries to catch it.) Wait,
don't go! (Stop pan.) I can see that you're only
interested in the exceptionally rare. I think then, you
would be most rewarded to consider...this. (Dibbler
pulls a sausage inna bun out from his sleeve.) Do not be
fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many
things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside
that counts. (Another pan, this one slower to left.
Again, Dibbler rushes to catch up.) This is no ordinary
Sausage-inna-bun! It once changed the course of a young pig's life.
A young pig who liked this sausage-inna-bun was more than what he
seemed. Full of meat.