Complete Hysteria and Utter Hilarity

Terry Pratchett is a literary genius. Below is an excerpt from The Last Continent that I was reading today. I laughed so hard at it that people actually asked me if I was okay.

'Ponder exploded. "I don't believe this!" he said. "You're turning your back on an astonishing god-given opportunity--"
"Absolutely, Mr. Stibbons," said Ridcully, from above. "No offense meant, of course, but if the choice is a trip on the briny deep or staying on a small island with someone trying to create a more inflammable cow then you can call me Salty Sam."
"Is this the poop deck?" said the Dean.
"I hope not," said Ridcully briskly. "You see, Stibbons--"
"Are you sure?" said the Dean.
"I'm sure, Dean. You see, Stibbons, when you've had a little more expierience in these matters you'll learn that there's nothing more dangerous than a god with too much time on his hands--"
"Except an enraged mother bear," said the Senior Wrangler.
"No, they're far more dangerous."
"Not when they're really close."
"If it was the poop deck, how would we know?" said the Dean.
Ponder shook his head. There were times when the diesire to climb the thaumaturgical ladder was seriously blunted, and one of them was when you saw what was on top.'

Terry Pratchett, you're my hero.

Satirically yours,

Miranda