Terry Pratchett. Wyrd Sisters (№ 346154)

- What now to do, commander?
- What to do? Races... yeah, spread out around the house.
The soldiers with redoubled caution overcame thickets. Once at the fallen trunk, the Sergeant stooped down and whispered:
Great. Just great. Commander understand at a glance. Now let's rassredotochit alive... only this time rassredotochit alone.