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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

And, with a mug of weak tea and a very thoroughly bookmarked copy of the Bible (also the Book of Om, in more pristine condition), Mightily Oats is at a table in the bar.

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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats hesitates. The eyebrow seems vaguely intimidating.

"Not the, ah, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork?"

Though he seems a little younger than Oats, so that ... can't be right.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock looks at him. His expression may be slightly cold.

"...What do you know about the phenomenon of a paradox?" he asks quietly after a moment.

If Oats says anything about tasty fried snacks, he may get unofficially assassinated.

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He shifts slightly in his seat.

"Er ... well, essentially, something that is true, but ... doesn't make much sense." And, because Vetinari's expression is the way it is, he adds hastily, "I think."

[oneman_onevote]

"Hmm."

His stony gaze doesn't move. "In this context, I mean prevention of future events due to foreknowledge. It is to be avoided."

His head tilts very slightly. "No, I do not believe I am."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats does not squirm. Really.






"... I see."

[oneman_onevote]

Dryly, "I am so glad."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

He nods. Rapidly.

"Uh ... good!"

Pause.

"Well." Cough. "I ... really must be going."

[oneman_onevote]

A nod.

"Very well. I will not detain you."

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Oats scurries off, with the vague yet nagging feeling that he has only just escaped with his life.

Go figure.