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monkey! In my university!'
'Orang-outang, sir. He used to be a wizard but got caught in some magic, sir, now he won't let us turn him back, and he's the only one who knows where all the books are,' said Rincewind urgently. 'I look after his bananas,' he added, feeling LIKE THIS . . . Death. Seen him lately?'
Rincewind swallowed. 'Not lately, sir.'
'Well, I want him. This nonsense has got to stop. I'm going to stop it now, see? I want the eight most senior wizards assembled here, right, in half an hour with all the necessary equipment to perform the Rite of AshkEnte, is that understood? Not that the sight of you lot gives me any confidence. Bunch of pantywaisters the lot of you, and stop trying to hold my hand!'
'Oook.'some additional explanation was called for.Albert glared at him. 'Shut up.''Shutting up right away, sir.''And tell me where Death is.''Death, sir?' said Rincewind, backing against the wall.Tall, skeletal, blue eyes, stalks, TALKS
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