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The Dean took off his hat and pulled a thaumameter out of the point. “Something happened,” he said. “There was a massive thaumic surge.”“Didn’t it even taste a bit…well, spicy?” said Ridcully.“It didn’t taste of anything, really,” said the oh god.

“You really feel better?” he said.“Oh, yes,” said the oh god. “I really think I could risk a smile without the top of my head falling off.”

Wizards wouldn’t be wizards if they couldn’t see a little way into the future.

The wizards liked to make a ceremony of everything in any case, but felt instinctively that if they were going to cure the biggest hangover in the world it needed to be done with style.

“It’s got to be worth a try,” he said.

Of course, my uncle always used to swear at Wow-Wow Sauce,” he added.“You mean swear by, surely?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.

“Raw eggs are said to be good—” he glared at the Dean “—I mean bad for a hangover,” he said. “And fresh orange juice.”
“Klatchian coffee,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, firmly.
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“I’ve tried it,” mumbled the oh god. “It just makes me feel suicidal and sick.”

Now please go and get him out of here.”“Arrest the Hogfather, style of thing?”“Yes!”“On Hogswatchnight?”“Yes!”

He swayed back and forth. “Excuse me, I think I’m about to throw up my breakfast.”“It’s the middle of the evening!”

Of course, this wasn’t exactly a normal place. You couldn’t build an ice palace this big. It was a bit like Death’s house. If he abandoned it for too long all those things that had been suspended, like time and physics, would roll over it. It would be like a dam bursting.

She kicked the snow aside elsewhere and found a wooden toy soldier in the kind of uniform that would only be inconspicuous if you wore it in a nightclub for chameleons on hard drugs.

Behind her, a pillar groaned and twisted slightly.

on the end of which was a tiny dot that became, when the eye of imagination drew nearer, Binky.He trotted to a halt and stood on the air.

“Go on, dear, answer the nice man.”“’s.”AND YOU ARE SIX YEARS OLD.“Go on, dear. <…>“’s.”AND YOU WANT A PONY—“’s.”
<…>
“What do you say, Euffie?”
“’nk you.”

And he’s got a funny eye.”
<…>“I heard it was made of the same stuff they make them fortune-telling crystals out of. <…>. And he looks at you with it,” said the first speaker. He was known as Peachy,
<…>
“I keep thinking of that glass eye watching me. I keep thinking it can see right in my head.”
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t suspect you of anything.”
“How d’you know?”
“You’re still alive, yeah?”

An’ everyone looking so…” Chickenwire floundered “…happy. In a sad way, o’ course.”“Yeah.”

He was always Teatime.“He ain’t just after money.”

He’s just like a little boy, you know. Inside. Always has been.

In the distance Banjo was swinging on a swing. Odd, that, Dave thought. Banjo seemed perfectly happy here.

“I’ve seen some bad places in my time, but this takes the serious biscuit.”