"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, then
he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet
copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."

N.B.  This is actually Rincewind's loose adaptation of the old Trobish
expression "You little (such a one who, while wearing a copper nose
ring, stands in a footbath atop Mount Raruaruaha during a heavy
thunderstorm and shouts that Alohura, Goddess of Lightning, has the
facial features of a diseased uloruaha root)!"

                                 Terry Pratchett