Sergeant Colon looked wretched. "Weeell, what if it's not a million-to-one chance?" he said. Nobby stared at him. "What d'you mean?" he said. "Well, all righ

Sergeant Colon looked wretched. "Weeell, what if it's not a million-to-one chance?" he said. Nobby stared at him. "What d'you mean?" he said. "Well, all right, last desperate million-to-one chances always work, right, no problem, but...well, it's pretty wossname, specific. I mean, isn't it?" "You tell me," said Nobby. "What if it's just a thousand-to-one chance?" said Colon agonizedly. "What?" "Anyone ever heard of a thousand-to-one shot coming up?" Carrot looked up. "Don't be daft, Sergeant," he said. "No one ever saw a thousand-to-one chance come up. The odds against it are—" his lips moved—"millions to one." "Yeah. Millions," agreed Nobby. "So it'd only work if it's your actual million-to-one chance," said the sergeant. "I suppose that's right," said Nobby. "So 999,943-to-one, for example—" Colon began. Carrot shook his head. "Wouldn't have a hope. No one ever said, 'It's a 999,943-to-one chance but it just might work.'" - Guards! Guards!