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Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street
Flint saluted amateurishly.
'He said he'd kick our goohuloog heads in if we didn't join up and do what we're told, sir,' he said.
'Very old troll oath,' said Detritus. 'Very famous, very traditional.'
'One of 'em could carry the Klatchian fire engine—' Nobby began hopefully.
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slander, that is! They just used to spend a lot of time away for polishing and sharpening.'
'Nobby, this is Carrot talking to you. How much time, approximately?'
'Approximately? Oh. About a hundred per cent, if we're talking approximately, sir.'
'Nobby?'
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you to take 'em. Take 'em right away.'
'Good man. Do you have a trolley?'
'And do you happen to know what it is they say about dwarfs?' said Cuddy.
It crept over Angua once again that Carrot had no irony in his soul. He meant every word. If the man had really held out, Carrot would probably have given
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point, if you don't mind.'
He gently pushed the siege bow away, but Detritus hadn't liked the crack about people and it kept swinging back again.
'Now,' said Carrot, 'I don't like this element of coercion. We're not here to bully this poor man. He's a city employee, just like us. It's very wrong of you to put him in fear. Why not just ask?'
'Sorry, sir,' said Nobby.