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about is the point I'm broadly trying to get across, master."
Twoflower shook his head wearily. "I wish Rincewind was here," he said. "He'd know what to do."
"Him?" sneered the demon. "Can't see a wizard coming here. They can't have anything to do with the number eight." The demon slapped a hand across his mouth guiltily.
Twoflower looked up at the ceiling.
"What was that?" he asked. "Didn't you hear something?"
"Me? Hear? No! Not a thing," the demon insisted.
It jerked I just heard you playing dice! "
ICE, Ice, ice.
"Look, I had just-"
Twoflower stopped. The reason for this was the bright point of light that had popped into existence a few feet from his eyes. It grew rapidly, and after a few seconds was the tinyback into its box and slammed the door. Twoflower tapped on it. The door opened a crack."It sounded like a stone moving," he explained.The door banged shut. Twoflower shrugged."The place is probably falling to bits," he said to himself.He stood up."I say!" he shouted. "Is anyone there?"AIR, Air, air, replied the dark tunnels."Hullo?" he tried. lo, Lo, lo."I know there's someone here, bright shape of a man. At this stage it began to make a noise, or, rather Twoflower started