“Don’t you mean pork, sir?” said Carrot warily, eying the glistening tubes.
“Manner of speaking, manner of speaking,” said Throat quickly. “Certainly your actual pig products. Genuine pig.”
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The watch arrives at the city square, where some kid with a sword is challenging the dragon. As always in Ankh Morpork, capitalism trumps public safety. In the process, Carrot and Lady Ramkin witness Cut Me Own Throat’s pork… products for the first time.
I tried to make the scene frame the crowd as much as possible. Perhaps I should have zoomed back just a little bit more.
