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won't take long,' said Twoflower firmly, and rapped on the side of the box. A tiny door flew open and the imp poked his head out.
'Bloody hell,' it said. 'Where are we?'
'It doesn't matter,' said Twoflower. The clock first, I think.'
The demon squinted.
'Poor light,' he They both turned. Ysabell was standing in the archway, smiling faintly. She held a scythe in one hand, a scythe with a blade of proverbial sharpness. Rincewind tried not to look down at girl holding a scythe shouldn't smile in that unpleasant, knowing and slightly deranged way.
'Daddy seems a little preoccupied at the moment but I'm sure he wouldn't dream of said. Three bloody years at f8, if you ask me.' He slammed the door shut. A second later there was the tiny scraping noise of his stool being dragged up to his easel.Rincewind gritted his teeth.'You don't need to take pictures, you can just remember it!' he shouted.It's not the same,' said Twoflower calmly.'It's better! It's more real!''It isn't really. In years to come, when I'm sitting by the fire —''You'll be sitting by the fire forever if we don't get out of here!''Oh, I do hope you're not going.'
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