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shouting, mister! There's guards around!"
Urn let the water gush for a moment as he struggled out of his robe, and then he rammed the sodden material into the pipe. It shot out again with some force and slapped wetly against the lead funnel, sliding down until it blocked the tube that led to the "Well, it's the seating, innit," he said. "You've got shocking seepage around the seating. Amazing it holds together."
The man stepped into the room. He glared uncertainly at Urn for a moment and then turned his attention to the gushing pipe. And then back to Urn.
"But you're not-” he began.
He spun around as Fergmen hit the guard hard with a leweights. The water piled up behind it and then spilled over on to the floor.Urn glanced at the weight. It hadn't begun to move.He relaxed slightly. Now, provided there was still enough water to make the weight drop . . ."Both of you-stand still."He looked around, his mind going numb.There was a heavy-set man in a black robe standing in the stricken doorway. Behind him, a guard held a sword in a meaningful manner."Who are you? Why are you here?"Urn hesitated for only a moment.He gestured with his spanner.
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