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Well, he'd heard the Tooth Fairy girls were in the city these days. It'd be one of the night people. They probably had a day off, just like everyone else.
A movement on the 'Take it off, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'You'll feel a lot better.'
'Smells more like Mrs Palm's House of Negotiable Affection to me,' said the Senior Wrangler.
They looked at him in surprise.
'I just happened to walk past once,' he said quickly.
'Runes, please take the Dean's hat off for him, will you?' said Ridcully.
‘I assure you–’
The hat came off. Something long and greasy and very nearly the same pointy shape flopped table made him look down. The Death of Rats scrittered past, carrying a bowl of peanuts.He turned back to the wizards. The Dean was still wearing his pointy hat. There was also something slightly shiny about his face.'You look hot, Dean,' said Ridcully.'Oh, I'm lovely and cool, Archchancellor, I assure you,' said the Dean. Something runny oozed past his nose.The Lecturer in Recent Runes sniffed suspiciously.'Is someone cooking bacon?' he said.

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face of the little man on the other side of the door went blank.
'Ah,' he said, 'you've got me there. Hang on a moment.' The hatch shut. There was a whispered discussion on the other side of the door. The hatch opened.
'Yes, it 'Right,' said the corporal, with relief. 'What's your name, soldier?'
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KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION?appears we are the . . . the . . . what was that again? Right, got it . . . the Klatchian Foreign Legion. Yes. What was it you were wanting?'I WISH TO JOIN.'Join? Join what?'THE KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION.'Where's that?'There was some more whispering.'Oh. Right. Sorry. Yes. That's us.'The doors swung open. The visitor strode in. A legionary with corporal's stripes on his arm walked up to him.'You'll have to report to . . .' his eyes glazed a little, . . . you know . . . big man, three stripes . . . on the tip of my tongue a moment ago . . .'SERGEANT?

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'Granted. Tell him not to do it again.'
'Yes, sir. Well, I think that's about it. Except for a new kettle.'
The Patrician's hand moved in front of his lips. He was trying not to smile. ,
'Dear me. need an alchemist and possibly a ghoul provided they promise not to take anything home and eat it; a special unit using dogs, which could be very useful, and Lance-Constable Angua can deal with that since she can, um, be her own handler a lot of the time; a request here from Corporal Nobbs that Watchmen be allowed all the weapons they can carry, although I'd be obliged if you said no to that; a—'
Lord Vetinari waved a hand.Another kettle as well? What happened to the old one?''Oh, we still use it, sir, we still use it. But we're going to need another because of the new arrangements.''I'm sorry? What new arrangements?'Carrot unfolded a second, and rather larger, piece of paper.'The Watch to be brought up to an establishment strength of fifty-six; the old Watch Houses at the River Gate, the Deosil Gate and the Hubwards Gate to be reopened and manned on a twenty-four hour basis—'The Patrician's smile remained, but his face seemed to pull away from it, leaving it stranded and all alone in the world.'—a department for, well, we haven't got a name for it yet, but for looking at clues and things like dead bodies, e.g., how long they've been dead, and to start with we'll

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you think of anything better?'
'Not right now.'
'Well, then. I'll . . . er . . . look . . . you go back to the rest of the men and . . . I'll find somewhere to change into something more suitable.'
She didn't only just, a very large bone in his mouth. It was wider than he was long, and might have belonged to something that died in a tar pit. It was green and furry in places.
'How nice,' she said, coldly. 'Look, you go on. Let me see what I can do . . .'
'If you're sure . . .' Carrot began, in a reluctant tone of voice.
'Yes.'
When he'd gone Angua headed for the nearest alley. There were only a few minutes to moonrise.
have to look around to recognize where the snigger came from. Gaspode had a way of turning up silently like a small puff of methane in a crowded room, and with the latter's distressing ability to fill up all available space.'Where can you get a change of clothes around here?' said Carrot.A good Watchman is always ready to improvise,' said Angua.'That little dog is awfully wheezy,' said Carrot. 'Why does he always follow us around?''I really couldn't say.''He's got a present for you.'Angua risked a glance. Gaspode was holding, but