'Without ketchup,' Detritus added.
'I think I saw a fallen stone just a way back there,' said the dwarf.
Captain Quirke looked around the Watch room with the air of one who was doing the scenery a favour by glancing at it.
'Nice place, this,' he said. 'I think we'll move in here. Better than the quarters near the Palace.'
'But we're here,' said Sergeant Colon.
'You'll just have to squash up,' said Captain Quirke.
He glanced at Angua. Her stare was getting on his nerves.
'There'll be a few changes, too,' he said. Behind him, the door creaked open. A small, smelly dog limped in.
'But Lord Vetinari hasn't said who's commanding Night Watch,' said Carrot.
'Ho, yes? Seems to me, seems to me,' said Quirke, 'that it's not likely to be one of you lot, eh? Seems to me it's likely the Watches'll be combined. Seems to me there's too much sloppiness around the place. Seems to me there's a bit too much of a ragtag.'
He glanced at Angua again. The way she was looking at him was putting him off.
'Seems to me—' Quirke began again, and then noticed the dog. 'Look at this!' he said. 'Dogs in the Watch House!' He kicked Gaspode hard, and grinned as the dog ran yelping under the table.
'What about Lettice Knibbs, the beggar girl?' said Angua. 'No troll killed her. Or the clown.'
'You got to see the big picture,' said Quirke.
'Mister Captain,' said a low voice from under the table, audible at a conscious level only to Angua, 'you got an itchy bottom.'
'What big picture's this, then?' said Sergeant Colon.
'Got to think in terms of the whole city,' said Quirke. He shifted uneasily.
'Really itchy,' said the sub-table voice.
'You feeling all right, Captain Quirke?' said Angua.
The captain squirmed.
Trickle, prickle, prickle,' said the voice.
'I mean, some things are important, some ain't,' said Quirke. 'Aargh!'
'Sorry?'
Trickle.'
'Can't hang around here talking to you all day,' said Quirke. 'You. Report to me. Tomorrow afternoon—'
Trickle, prickle, prickle—'
'Abouuut face!'
The Day Watch scurried out, with Quirke hopping and squirming in, as it were, the rear.
'My word, he seemed anxious to get away,' said Carrot.
'Yes,' said Angua. 'Can't think why.'