" So all of the tradesmen you named, they each had a finished crossbow to work from?” “Not all of ’em. Some just got the part they was to make. Me and Snout got one though, because he had to put them together and because I am slow of study and could not do my work without seeing what the finished one looked like.” “So, because you’re thick as pig shit, they gave you a working weapon?” Snug thought for a second, looking at the row of crossbow stocks as if they might have the answer inscribed in the wood. “Aye, that sounds about right,” he said. "

― Christopher Moore , Shakespeare for Squirrels