Fabian Perez Untitled II

Fabian Perez Untitled IIThomas Kinkade The Aspen ChapelFabian Perez Rojo Sillion III Second StateFabian Perez Balcony at Buenos Aires II
Below these, in the darkness, sat the troll and the dwarf.
'What we doing now?'
'We ought to leave it here and fetch Corporal Carrot. He'll know what to do.'
Detritus looked over his shoulder at the thing behind them.
'I don't like that,' Vimes sat on the edge of his bed while Angua bandaged his hand.
'Captain Quirke?' said Carrot. 'But he's . . . not a good choice.'
'Mayonnaise Quirke, we used to call him,' said Colon. 'He's a pillock.'
'Don't tell me,' said Angua. 'He's rich, thick and oily, yeshe said. 'It not right to leave it here.''Right. Yes, you're right. But you're a troll and I'm a dwarf. What do you think would happen if people saw us carrying that along the streets?''Big trouble.''Correct. Come on. Let's follow the footprints back out.''Supposing it gone when we come back?' said Detritus, lumbering to his feet.'How? And we're following the tracks out, so if whoever it was who put it there comes back, we'll run straight into them.''Oh, good. I glad you said that.'