[Man in Wheelchair is being led down corridor. An Agent is Observing.] Agent: An interesting case. No, I anticipate no problems, all memory of the race has been expunged. He will never run again. He will never walk again. Agent: A record that will live in people's memory forever, what more can a man want?
[Wheelchair stops] Man in Wheelchair: ...Fuh. Agent: No. Sit!
[Man begins to stand up] Man: ...Free! Agent: Sit Down!
[Man stands up and walks five steps before collapsing]
"Tell me, Drummknott, are you a betting man at all?"
"I have been known to have the occasional 'little flutter,' sir."
"Given, then, a contest between an invisible and very powerful quasidemonic thing of pure vengeance on the one hand, and the commander on the other, where would you wager, say... one dollar?"
"I wouldn't, sir. That looks like one that would go to the judges."
"Yes," said Vetinari, staring thoughtfully at the closed door. "Yes, indeed."
Little known fact, though: you can overcome paralysis through fresh air and sheer willpower. Heidi 4 Paws taught me that. You hear that disabled people of the world? You don't need doctors. All you need is to believe!
