“Don’t worry, miss,” said Colon. “He—” “Lance-Constable,” said Angua. “What?” “Lance-Constable,” she repeated. “Not miss. Carrot says I don’t have any sex while I’m on duty.” To the background of Nobby’s frantic coughing, Colon said, very quickly, “What I mean is, lance-constable, young Carrot’s got krisma. Bags of krisma.” “Krisma?” “Bags of it.”
