Vimes ran a practised eye over the assortment before him. It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hotdogs to the rest. Insurrection is in the air in Ankh-Morpork. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out - again.