* The ones with cartoons about cows and dogs. And captions like: “As soon as he saw the duck, Elmer knew it was going to be a bad day.”
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And didn't appear to do anything to the enemy at all.
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He was a wizard. Trick shots for a wizard aren't the old three-times-round-the-table jobs. His best one was once off the cushion, once off a seagull, once off the back of the head of the Bursar who'd been walking along the corridor outside
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And this was true. Nature can adapt to practically anything. There
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The Senior Wrangler had a theory that long food — beans, celery and rhubarb — made you taller, because of the famous Doctrine of Signatures. It certainly made him lighter.
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And, of course, one that misfires. Deafness doesn't prevent composers hearing the music. It prevents them hearing the distractions.
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It wasn't the taste. Plenty of hot dogs taste bad. But Dibbler had now actually managed to produce sausages that didn't taste of anything. It was weird. No matter how much mustard, ketchup and pickle people put on them, they still didn't taste of
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Troll beer is ammonium sulphide dissolved in alcohol and tastes like drinking fermented batteries.
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Not with very good results, however. Stibbons spent weeks grinding lenses and blowing glassware and had finally produced a device which showed the tremendous amount of tiny animals there were in one drop of water from the river Ankh.
The Archchancellor had taken a look and then remarked that anything in which that much life could exist
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All right — all dwarf songs. Except the one about Hiho.
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Troll gambling is even simpler than Australian gambling. One of the most popular games is One Up, which consists of throwing a coin in the air and betting on whether it will come down again.
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Rats had featured largely in the history of Ankh-Morpork. Shortly before the Patrician came to power there was a terrible plague of rats. The city council countered it by offering twenty pence for every rat tail. This did, for a week or two, reduce the number of rats - and then people were suddenly queuing up with tails, the city treasury was being drained, and no-one seemed to be doing much work. And there still seemed to be a lot of rats around. Lord Vetinari had listened carefully while the problem was explained, and had solved the thing with one memorable phrase which said a lot about him, about the folly of bounty offers, and about the natural instinct of Ankh- Morporkians in any situation involving money: “Tax the rat farms.”
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