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it that it broke.
‘I tell you before,’ he told the recumbent figure, ‘it trolls like you getting us a bad name. How can we take rightful place in brotherhood of sapient species with defective trolls like you letting side down alter time?’
He reached through the hole and pulled Victor out bodily.
‘Thanks, Rocksignals with his hands and eyebrows. ‘It’s absolutely true! You’re absolutely right, Rock!’
‘Yeah,’ said one of the trolls behind Rock. ‘I seen them on the clicks. He kissing her and carrying her off the whole time.’
‘Now listen,’ Ginger began.
‘And now we get out of here fast,’ said Rock. ‘This whole ceiling looking very defective to me. Could go at any time.’. Er. There’s Ginger in there, too.’Rock gave him a crafty nudge that bruised a couple of ribs.‘So I see,’ he said. ‘And she wearing very pretty silk neggleliggle. You find nice place to indulge in bit of "What is the health of your parent?" and the Disc move for you, yeah?’ The other trolls grinned.‘Uh, yes, I suppose–‘ Victor began.‘That’s not true at all!’ snapped Ginger, as she was helped through the hole. ‘We weren’t‑‘‘Yes, it is!’ said Victor, making furious