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tell me where they've gone.'
As Lackjaw looked on in horror the Luggage extended 161 its little legs, braced itself, and ran full tilt at the nearest wall. Clay bricks and dusty mortar exploded around it.
Cohen peered through the hole. There was a small grubby storeroom on the other side. The Luggage stood in the middle of the floor, radiating extreme bafflement.

'Shop!' said Twoflower.
'Anyone here?' said Bethan.
'Urrgh,' said Rincewind.
'I think we ought to sit him down somewhere and get him a glass of water,' said Twoflower. 'If there's one here.'
'There's everything else,' said Bethan.
The a long time.
Twoflower sat Rincewind down on a rickety chair by the counter and poked doubtfully at the shelves. There were boxes of nails, and hairbrushes. There were bars of soap, faded with age. There was a stack of jars containing deliquescent bath salts, to which someone had fixed a rather sad and jaunty little notice announcing, in the face of all the evidence, that one would make an Ideal Gift. There was also room was full of shelves, and the shelves were full of everything. Things that couldn't be accommodated on them hung in bunches from the dark and shadowy ceiling; boxes and sacks of everything spilled onto the floor.There was no sound from outside. Bethan looked around and found out why.'I've never seen so much stuff,' said Twoflower.'There's one thing it's out of stock of,' said Bethan, firmly..'How can you tell?''You just have to look. It's fresh out of exits.'Twoflower turned around. Where the door and window had been there were shelves stacked with boxes; they looked as, though they had been there for