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I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose it must be one of the risks of the job."
Twoflower regarded him thoughtfully.
"I might be able to help there." he said. "Risks are my , this food is a bit greasy, isn't it?"
"You did say you wanted to try some typical Morporkean food," said Rincewind. "What was that about risks?"
"Oh, I know. "That's a funny word. Wossit mean?"
"Well suppose you have a ship loaded with, say, gold bars. it might run into storms or be taken by pirates. You don't want that to happen, so you take out an ensewer-ants-polly-sea. I work out the odds of the cargo being lost, based on weather and piracy records for the last twenty years, then all about risks. They're my that's what you said. I didn't believe it the first time either.""Oh, I don't take risks. About the most exciting thing that happened to me was knocking some ink over. I assess risks. Day after day. Do you know what the odds are against a house catching fire in the Red Triangle district of des Pelargic? Five hundred and thirty-eight to one. I calculated that," he added with a trace of pride."What-" Rincewind tried to suppress a burp- "what for? 'Scuse me." He helped himself to some more wine"For-" Twoflower paused. "I can't say it in Trob, I don't think the beTrobi have a word for it. In our language we call it-" he said a collection of outlandish syllables."Inn-sewer-ants," repeated Rincewind