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- “Well,” he said. “I mean, of course. Yes. No fears about that. Behind you one hundred and ten percent-”
- He's going to say only, thought the Supreme Grand Master.
- “-only-”
- Ah.
- “-we, that is, all of us, we've been . . . odd, really, you feel so different, don't you, after summoning the dragon, sort of-”
- “Cleaned out,” said Brother Plasterer helpfully.
- “-yes, like it's sort of-” Brother Watchtower struggled with the serpents of self-expression-“taking something out of you ...”
- “Sucked dry,” said Brother Plasterer.
- “Yes, like he said, and we ... well, it's maybe it's a bit risky ...”
- “Like stuff's been dragged from your actual living brain by eldritch creatures from the Beyond,” said Brother Plasterer.
- “I'd have said more like a bit of a sick headache, myself,” said Brother Watchtower helplessly. “And we was wondering, you know, about all this stuff about cosmic balance and that, because, well, look what happened to poor old Dunnykin. Could be a bit of a judgement. Er.”
- ***
- Guards Guards - p170
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