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"
-
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
.
"
"
It
was
just
a
maddened
crocodile
hidden
in
a
flower
bed
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
"
It
could
have
happened
to
anyone
.
I
understand
your
feelings
,
however
.
"
"
You
do
?
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
They
’
re
only
natural
.
All
the
greatest
wizards
feel
a
little
ill
-
at
-
ease
before
undertaking
a
great
work
such
as
this
.
"
The
Brethren
preened
themselves
.
Great
wizards
.
That
’
s
us
.
Yeah
.
"
But
in
a
few
hours
it
’
ll
be
over
,
and
I
am
sure
that
the
king
will
reward
you
handsomely
.
The
future
will
be
glorious
.
"
This
normally
did
the
trick
.
It
didn
’
t
appear
to
be
working
this
time
.
"
But
the
dragon
-
"
Brother
Watchtower
began
.
