The Concuspidor, distracted by the noises in his head which sound rather like a reputation shattering into a million jagged pieces:

I... uh... I I I ... but you see, it was Cog who... I... uh... I... but only... let me... I.. uh, Mr Wizard sir... no, your Many Thingerdness... I I ...uh I ...

[...and so on...]