Cynical Black-Nailed

The damn wizards couldn’t wiz fast enough, if you asked him. Whatever Vetinari thought, having a bunch of twelve aliens, some of whom were on mental par with Foul Ole Ron and his buddies, running around the city was making Vimes’ life more difficult than it really strictly needed to be. Today’s clusterfracas was just one aspect of the situation.

For one thing, he’d heard that Mr. Nutt was making overtures toward the biggest of the...what, visitors? Aliens? Alternians would have to do...to join the University’s football team. Vimes was pretty sure that would void about a hundred different University traditions and possibly cause people to turn into things, except of course Nutt himself was an orc, but that was different, at least he was one of their monsters instead of a monster from some other universe. Even if they could invent a football Zahhak could kick without disintegrating it.