Eric (Discworld, #9; Rincewind, #4)

by Terry Pratchett

His head ached. He felt it was several weeks past his bedtime. But he had to say something.

“They never give him any of the things a sensitive growing wossnames really needs, if you was to ask me.” “What, you mean love and guidance?” said Rincewind. “I was thinking of a bloody good wossname, thrashing,” said the parrot.

He said, as so often happens on these occasions, “Aargh.”