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'Not on your life,' he said.
'I'm going tosweetly. 'Now, let's have a look at this thing.'
She pulled the lid off the round box in Rincewind's unprotesting hands, and lifted out the Archchancellor's hat.
The octarines around its crown blazed in all eight colours of the spectrum, creating the kind of effects in the foggy alley that it would take a very clever special effects director and a whole battery of star filters to achieve by any non-magical means. As she raised it high in take my clothes off.'Rincewind spun around, his face red. There was a rustling behind him, and a waft of scent. After a while she said, 'You can look round now.'He didn't.'You needn't worry. I've put some more on.'He opened his eyes. The girl was wearing a demure white lace dress with fetchingly puffed sleeves. He opened his mouth. He realised with absolute clarity that up to now the trouble he had been in was simple, modest and nothing he couldn't talk his way out of given a decent chance or, failing that, a running start. His brain started to send urgent messages to his sprinting muscles, but before they could get through she'd grabbed his arm again.'You really shouldn't be so nervous,' she said
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