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What?" said Twoflower.
Rincewind stopped. "Look," he snapped. "Just don't argue. Come on."
"It looks "What are they doing now?" asked the old man.
The young woman glanced at the scrying glass. "Heading rimwards at speed," she reported. "By the way - they’ve still got that box on legs."
The old man chuckled, an oddly disturbing sound alright," said Twoflower. "Just a bit underpopulated that's all...""Yes," said Rincewind. "Odd, isn't it? Come on!" There was a noise high above them, like a strip of leather being slapped on a wet rock. Something glassy and indistinct passed over Rincewind's head, throwing up a cloud of ashes from the fire, and the pig carcass took off from the spit and rocketed into the sky.It banked to avoid a clump of trees, righted itself, roared around in a tight circle, and headed hubwards leaving a trail of hot pork-fat droplets.
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