[even having lived with them for months now, Rincewind still can't suppress a startled yelp at their furry-faced appearance outside his door. He scrambles back and out of the way, eyeing the glue gun with no small amount of suspicion.]
What - what is that you've got, is this a robbery? I don't have anything worth stealing!
[from his tank in the corner, Bus the turtle watches all of this detached interest.]
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What - what is that you've got, is this a robbery? I don't have anything worth stealing!
[from his tank in the corner, Bus the turtle watches all of this detached interest.]