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Hibiscus shrugged. 'I don't care,' he said. 'But you owe me a dollar for the beer and twenty‑five dollars for the broken furniture–'
Cliff shut the door.
'I could negotiate with him,' said Glod.
'No, we can't afford it,' said Buddy.
They looked at one another.
'Well, the crowd loved us,' said Buddy. 'I think we were a big success. Er.'
In the silence Cliff bit the end off a beer bottle and poured the
'What we all .'
'"Good Gracious Miss Polly"?' said Glod.
'Er...'
'"Sto Helit Lace"?' said Cliff.
'Gook?'
'It's a kind of very fine lace they make iii the city of Sto Helit,' said Glod.
Glod gave Buddy a lopsided look.want to know is,' said Glod, 'what you thought you were doing out there?''Gook.''And how come,' said Cliff, crunching up the rest of the bottle, 'we all knew what to play?''Gook.''And also,' said Glod, 'what you were singing.''Er...'"Don't Tread On My New Blue Boots"?' said Cliff. 'Gook

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'I'm not happy about this,' said Susan. 'It can't possibly work. I'm human. I have to go to the toilet and things like that. I can't just walk into people's houses and kill them!'
SQUEAK.Susan looked at the wood. She could. Of course she could. More memories crystallized in front of her eyes. After all, it was only wood. It'd rot in a few hundred years. By the measure of infinity, it hardly existed at all. On average, considered over the lifetime of the multiverse, most things didn't.
She stepped forward. The heavy oak door offered as much resistance as a shadow.
Grieving relatives were clustered around the'All right, not kill. But it's not good manners, however you look at it.'A sign on the door said: Tradesmen to rear entrance. 'Do I count as–’SQUEAK!Susan normally would never have dreamed of asking. She'd always seen herself as a person who went through the front doors of life.The Death of Rats scuttled up the path and through the door.'Hang on! I can't–’

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and he distinctly remembers him going out.'
'He knows it was him?'
Dr Whiteface looked blank.
'Of course.'
'How?'they thought you knew,' said Nobby, weakly.
'Not me.'
'Oh, all right,' said Nobby. He glanced at the trolls, then leaned across to Cuddy and whispered in the approximate region of his ear.
Cuddy nodded.Dr Whiteface, going red under his makeup, 'I can have a dozen men in here.'
'Believe me,' said Carrot, 'that will only make it easier for me to obey.'
Dr Whiteface prided himself on his ability to judge character. In Carrot's resolute expression there was nothing but absolute, meticulous honesty. He fiddled with

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dressed like this, sir, we won't have to look for trouble,' said Sergeant Colon despondently.
'Question, sir?' said Angua.
'Yes, Lance-back longingly to the fire machine.
Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.

Ten minutes later they'd pushed through the crowds Constable Angua?''Who's the enemy?''Looking like this, we won't have any problem finding enemies,' said Sergeant Colon.'We're not looking for enemies, we're looking for information,' said Carrot. 'The best weapon we can use right now is the truth, and to start with, we're going to the Fools' Guild to find out why Brother Beano stole the gonne.''Did he steal the gonne?''I think he may have, yes.''But he died before the gonne was stolen!' said Colon.'Yes,' said Carrot. 'I know that.''Now that,' said Colon, 'is what I calls an alibi.'The squad formed up and, after a brief discussion among the trolls as to which was their left foot and which was their right, marched away. Nobby kept looking

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Molly put her hand to her mouth, risking instant poisoning.
'Assassination?'
Carrot shook his head. 'That doesn't sound right. They like to do it up dose. It's a caring profession,' he added, bitterly.
'What should I do?'
'Burying the poor thing would be a good start.' Carrot turned the metal slug over in his fingers. Then he sniffed it.
'Fireworks,' he 'But if we're going to have to make the best of it, there'd better be some changes, OK?'
'Like what?'
'Like it's ridiculous you not even being able to count. I know trolls can said.'Yes,' said Angua.'And what are you going to do?' said Queen Molly.'You're Watchmen, aren't you? What's happening? What are you going to do about it?' Cuddy and Detritus were proceeding along Phedre Road. It was lined with tanneries and brick kilns and timber yards and was not generally considered a beauty spot which was why, Cuddy suspected, they'd been given it to patrol 'to get to know the city'. It got them out of the way. Sergeant Colon thought they made the place look untidy.There was no sound but the clink of his boots and the thump of Detritus' knuckles on the ground.Finally, Cuddy said: 'I just want you to know that I don't like being teamed up with you any more than you like being teamed up with me.''Right!'

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and the presence of city guards tended to discourage other drinkers. But Mr Cheese, the owner, wasn't too worried about this. No-one . They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.
Mr Cheese, who knew coppers, wordlessly refilled the glasses and Detritus' insulated mug.
They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.
'You know,' said Colon, after a while, 'what gets me, what really gets me, is they just dumped him in the water. I mean, not even weights. Just dumped him. Like it didn't matter if he was found. You know what I mean?'
'What gets me,' said Cuddy, 'is that he was a dwarf.'drinks like a copper who has seen too much to stay sober.Carrot counted out his change on the counter.'That's three beers, one milk, one molten sulphur on coke with phosphoric acid—''With umbrella in it,' said Detritus.'—and A Slow Comfortable Double-Entendre with lemonade.''With a fruit salad in it,' said Nobby.'Woof?''And some beer in a bowl,' said Angua.'That little dog seems to have taken quite a shine to you,' said Carrot.'Yes,' said Angua. 'I can't think why.'The drinks were put in front of them

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She'd masteredNobbs to whom you refer . . .'
'It's human? He's got a face like a join-the-dots puzzle!'
'He does have a very good collection of boils, poor man. He does tricks with them. Just never get between him and a mirror.'
Not many people were on the streets. It was too hot, even for an Ankh-Morpork summer. Heat radiated from every surface. The river slunk sullenly in the bottom of its bed, like a student around 11 a.m. People with no pressing business 'proceeding', too. It's a special walk devised by beat officers throughout the multiverse – a gentle lifting of the instep, a careful swing of the leg, a walking pace that can be kept up hour after hour, street after street. Lance-Constable Detritus wasn't going to be ready to learn 'proceeding' for some time, or at least until he stopped knocking himself out every time he saluted.'Sergeant Colon,' said Angua. 'He was the fat one, yes?''That's right.''Why has he got a pet monkey?''Ah,' said Carrot. 'I think it is Corporal