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The
toad
crawled
into
Rincewind
’
s
hand
and
gave
him
an
apologetic
look
.
That
’
s
the
last
time
that
bloody
landlord
gives
any
lip
to
a
wizard
,
’
said
Albert
with
smug
satisfaction
.
’
It
seems
I
turn
my
back
for
a
few
hundred
years
and
suddenly
people
in
this
town
are
encouraged
to
think
they
can
talk
back
to
wizards
,
eh
?
’
One
of
the
senior
wizards
mumbled
something
.
’
What
was
that
?
Speak
up
,
that
man
!
’
’
As
the
bursar
of
this
university
I
must
say
that
we
’
ve
always
encouraged
a
good
neighbour
policy
with
respect
to
the
community
,
’
mumbled
the
wizard
,
trying
to
avoid
Albert
’
s
gimlet
stare
.
He
had
an
upturned
chamber
pot
on
his
conscience
,
with
three
cases
of
obscene
graffiti
to
be
taken
into
consideration
.
Albert
let
his
mouth
drop
open
.
’
Why
?
’
he
said
.
’
Well
,
er
,
a
sense
of
civic
duty
,
we
feel
it
’
s
vitally
important
that
we
show
an
examp
—
arrgh
!
’
The
wizard
tried
desperately
to
beat
out
the
flames
in
his
beard
.
Albert
lowered
his
staff
and
looked
slowly
along
the
row
of
mages
.
They
swayed
away
from
his
stare
like
grass
in
a
gale
.
’
Anyone
else
want
to
show
a
sense
of
civic
duty
?
’
he
said
.
’
Good
neighbours
,
anybody
?
’
He
drew
himself
up
to
his
full
height
.
’
You
spineless
maggots
!
I
didn
’
t
found
this
University
so
you
could
lend
people
the
bloody
lawnmower
!
What
’
s
the
use
of
having
the
power
if
you
don
’
t
wield
it
?
Man
doesn
’
t
show
you
respect
,
you
don
’
t
leave
enough
of
his
damn
inn
to
roast
chestnuts
on
,
understand
?
’
Something
like
a
soft
sigh
went
up
from
the
assembled
wizards
.
They
stared
sadly
at
the
toad
in
Rincewind
’
s
hand
.
Most
of
them
,
in
the
days
of
their
youth
,
had
mastered
the
art
of
getting
rascally
drunk
at
the
Drum
.
