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had the feeling, once again, that he'd missed out on something somewhere. He'd never really realized it until the last couple of days. He didn't know what it was. He just wanted to do things. He didn't know what they were. But he wanted to do he'd say . . . he'd say something pretty damn memorable, that's what he'd do! He was
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There was a knock at the door, barely audible above the din. Cliff opened it a cautious fraction.
'It's me, Hibiscus. Here's your beers. Drink 'em up and get out!'
'How can we get out?' said Glod. 'Every time they see us they force us to play some more!'
Hibiscus shrugged. 'I don't care,' he said. 'But you owe me a dollar for the them soon. He wanted . . . he felt like a lifelong tundra dweller when he wakes up one morning with a deep urge to go water‑skiing. He certainly wasn't going to stay indoors when there was music in the air . . .'mumblemumblemumblenotgonnastayindoorsmumble.'Unaccustomed feelings surged through him. He wanted to disobey! Disobey everything! Including the law of gravity. He was definitely not going to fold his clothes before going to bed! Ridcully was going to say, oh, you're a rebel, are you, what are you rebelling against, and

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stared some more. Then Sergeant Colon, who still hadn't quite been able to put his finger on it, said: 'What do you mean, what's his first name?'
'What's his first name?'
'He's Death,' said the sergeant. 'Death. That's his whole name. I mean . . . what do you mean? . . . You mean like . . . Keith Death?'
'Well, why not?'
'He's just Death, isn't he?'
'No, that's just his job. What do his friends call him?'
'What do you mean, road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.friends?''All right. Please yourself.''Let's go and get a hot rum.'‘I think he looks like a Leonard.'Sergeant Colon remembered the voice. That was it. Just for a moment there . . .'I must be getting old,' he said. 'For a moment there I thought he sounded like a Susan.''I think they saw me,' whispered Susan, as the horse rounded a corner.The Death of Rats poked its head out of her pocket.SQUEAK.'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the

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Angua gave in.
'What time is it?' she said.
Carrot very carefully took Captain Vimes' presentation watch out of its cloth case.
'It's—'
—abing, abing, abong, bong . . . bing . . . bing . . .
They waited patiently until it had finished.said Boffo. 'You can have a look if you like.'
An egg was handed up. It had a blobby red nose and a red wig. Angua saw Carrot hold it up to the light and produce a couple of red strands from his pocket.
'But,' she said, trying one more time to get Boffo to understand, 'couldn't you wake up one morning and put on make-up so that you looked like a different clown?'
He looked at her. It was hard to tell his know – Mr Hammerhock's death and everything.'
'Is it?'
'Yes!'
'Oh.'
Detritus considered this for a while, nodded, and settled back into whatever state of mind he normally occupied.
Another neuron gave a fizzle.
'Right,' he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about it,' he said

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'They back on to each other,' said Nobby. 'So what? There's still a wall between them.'
'I'm not so sure,' said Carrot. 'We'll jolly well find out.'
'Have we got time?' said Angua, 'I thought we were going to see the Day Watch.'
'There's something I , right? Clowns give me the creeps. And he's worst of all. If he won't answer, we're to leave peacefully and, oh, I don't know, think of something else. That's an order, like I said. Are you clear about this? It's an order.'
'If he won't answer my questions,' said Carrot, 'I'm to leave peacefully. Right.'
'So long as that's understood.'must find out first,' said Carrot. 'The Fools haven't told me the truth.'-'Hang on a minute, hang on a minute,' said Sergeant Colon. 'This is going altogether just a bit too far by half. Look, I don't want us to kill anyone, right? I happen to be sergeant around here, if anyone's interested. Understand, Carrot? Nobby? No shooting or swordplay. It's bad enough barging into Guild property, but we'll get into really serious trouble if we shoot anyone. Lord Vetinari won't stop at sarcasm. He might use' – Colon swallowed – 'irony. So that's an order. What do you want to do, anyway?''I just want people to tell me things,' said Carrot.'Well, if they don't, you're not to hurt them,' said Colon. 'Look, you can ask questions, fair enough. But if Dr Whiteface starts getting difficult, we're to come away