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Bursar moaning about the cost of exterminating all the curse-words, which had somehow survived the recent changes and had taken up residence in the darkness of the roof. He could even, if he strained his perfect hearing, hear the whoops of Schleppel in the distant cellars. They didn’t need him. At last. The world didn’t need Windle Poons.
He got up with some pine-effect wallpaper.
Windle shut the door behind him and leaned against the thick, cool wall.
Oh, yes. There was one other thing.
‘Are you there, One-Man-Bucket?’ he said softly. how did you know?
‘You’re generally around.’ heh heh, you’ve caused some real trouble there! you know what’s going to happen next full moon ?quietly and lurched to the door.‘I’m just going out,’ he said. ‘I may be some time.’Ridcully gave him a half-hearted nod, and concentrated on what Arthur Hall could be entirely transformed
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