““The giant brandished his fist to knock her flat. And glass exploded against his face. Thomas whipped his head round to see Blunderbuss, rainbow mud staining her rainbow yarn, in the traditional Wom fighting stance: her bone armoured rump in the air, front legs splayed out before her, mouth gaping open, in a tremendous snarl, spitting whiskey bottles, passion fruits, and horseshoes into the baseball's flabby cheeks. "I'm not afraid of you!" the wombat yelled. "I saw you get stuck in the washing machine once. Round and round you went. Who's afraid of something that can't defeat a rinse cycle?””
