"Evening, lad. Want to get a nice hot sausage down you?" Victor eyed the glistening tubes in the tray around Dibbler's neck. They smelled appetizing. They always did. And then you bit into them, and learned once again that Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler could find a use for bits of an animal that the animal didn't know it had got. Dibbler had worked out that with enough fried onions and mustard people would eat anything.

— Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett (Discworld, part 10) (Page 42)