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dropped it on the cobbles. It didn't look any better to Angua's lupine eyes.
'What for?' she said.
'Stuffed with nourishin' marrowbone jelly, that bone,' he said accusingly.
'Forget it,' said'That was a good bone,' he said. 'Hardly even started going green. Hah! I bet you wouldn't say no to a box of chocolates from Mr Hunk, though.'
He cringed as she rounded on him.
'What are you talking about?'
'Nothing! Nothing!' Angua. 'Now, how do you normally get into the Assassins' Guild?''And maybe afterwards we could kind of hang out in the middens along Phedre Road?' said Gaspode, his stump of a tail still thumping the ground. 'There's rats along there that'll make your hair stand on—No, all right, forget I mentioned it,' he finished quickly, when fire flashed for a moment in Angua's eyes.He sighed.'There's a drain by the kitchens,' he said.'Big enough for a human?''Not even for a dwarf. But it won't be worth it. It's spaghetti tonight. You don't get many bones in spaghetti—''Come on.'He limped along.