'A right mess you've made,' said Vimes enigmatically. Still, at least he wouldn't have to tidy it up.
He opened his desk drawer.
Someone had eaten into that, too. All that was left was a few shards of glass.
Sergeant Colon hauled himself on to the parapet around the Temple of Small Gods. He was too old for this sort of thing. He'd joined for the bell ringing, not sitting around on high places waiting for dragons to find him.
He got his breath back, and peered through the fog.
'Anyone human still up here?' he whispered.
Carrot's voice sounded dead and featureless in the dull air.
'Here I am, Sergeant,' he said.
'I was just checking if you were still here,' said Colon.
'I'm still here, Sergeant,' said Carrot, obediently.
Colon joined him.
'Just checking you were not et,' he said, trying to grin.
'I haven't been et,' said Carrot.
'Oh,' said Colon. 'Good, then.' He tapped his fingers on the damp stonework, feeling he ought to make his position absolutely clear.
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