Guards! Guards! (Discworld, #8)

by Terry Pratchett

There were a number of people sprawled across the tables, or what remained of the tables. Those who were still conscious looked unhappy about it.

“Corporal Nobbs,” he rasped, “why are you kicking people when they’re down?” “Safest way, sir,” said Nobby.

the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.