"“Then would you like to engage the handy-to-use Bluenose™ Integrated Messenger Service?” “What does that do?” said Vimes, with deep suspicion. The succession of Dis-Organizers he had owned had proved quite successful at very nearly sorting out all the problems that stemmed from owning them in the first place. “Er…basically, it means me running with a message to the nearest clacks tower really fast,” said the imp hopefully. “And do you come back?” said Vimes, hope also rising. “Absolutely!” “Thank you, no,” said Vimes. “How about a game of Splong!™, specially devised for the Mark Five?” pleaded the imp. “I have the bats right here. No? Perhaps you would prefer the ever-popular ‘Guess My Weight in Pigs’? Or I could whistle one of your favorite tunes? My iHum™ function enables me to remember up to one thousand five hundred of your all-time—” “You could try learning to use it, sir,” said Angua, as Vimes once again shut the lid on the protesting voice. “Did use one,” said Vimes. “Yup. As a doorstop,” rumbled Detritus, behind him. “I’m just not at home with technomancy, all right?” said Vimes. “End of discussion.” (pp. 56-57)"