Sausage sauvage!

There was a little click above them. A small slab slid aside and a rusty metal hook descended slowly and jerkily. Another bar creaked out of the wall and tapped Rincewind on the shoulder. As he swung around, the first hook hung a yellowing notice on his back and retracted into the roof. ‘What’d it do? What’d it do?’ screamed Rincewind, trying to read his own shoulderblades. ‘It says, Kick Me,’ said Conina. A section of wall slid up beside the petrified wizard. A large boot on the end of a complicated series of metal joints gave a half-hearted wobble and then the whole thing snapped at the knee. The three of them looked at it in silence. Then Conina said, ‘We’re dealing here with a warped brain, I can tell.’

Highlighted by Julian Stahnke in Sourcery (Discworld Novel) by Terry Pratchett