Vimes strolled along for breakfast at Harga's House of Ribs. Normally the only decoration in there was on Sham Harga's vest, and the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.
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"I'd like a couple of eggs," said Vimes, "with the yolks real hard but the whites so runny that they drip like treacle. And I want bacon, that special bacon all covered with bony nodules and dangling bits of fat. And a slice of fried bread. The kind that makes your arteries go clang just by looking at it."
"Tough order," said Harga.
"You managed it yesterday."
- Terry Pratchett
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