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took a deep breath.
'Interesting stuff, captain. Me and Nobby did some detectoring up at the Fools' Guild. I've writ it all down what we found out. It's all here. A proper report.'
'Fine.'
'All written down, look. Properly. Punctuation and everything.'
'Well done.'
'It's got commas and everything, look.'
'I'm sure I shall enjoy it, Fred.'
'And the—and Cuddy and Detritus have found out stuff, too. Cuddy's done a report, too. But it's not got so much punctuation as mine.'
'How long by eight-and-two?'
Longer pause.
'Two-enty-nine . . .?'have I been asleep?''Six hours.'Vimes tried to make mental space for all of this, and failed.'I've got to get something inside me,' he said. 'Some coffee or something. And then the world will somehow be better.' Anyone strolling along Phedre Road might have seen a troll and a dwarf apparently shouting at one another in excitement.A two-thirtytwo, and eight, and a one!''See? How many bricks in that pile?'Pause.A sixteen, an eight, a four, a one!''Remember what I said about dividing
'Right!'
'Right!'
'You can get there!'
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