'He whines a lot. And you can sort of see things moving under his skin. You know what I think? You know you said they can rearrange their digestive system?'
'Oh, yes. All the stomachs and pancreatic crackers can be hooked up in various ways, you see. To take advantage…'
'…of whatever they can find to make flame with,' said Vimes. 'Yes. I think he's trying to make some sort of very hot flame. He wants to challenge the big dragon. Every time it takes to the air he just sits there whining.'
'And doesn't explode?'
'Not that we've noticed. I mean, I'm sure if he did, we'd spot it.'
'He just eats indiscriminately?'
'Hard to be sure. He sniffs everything, and eats most things. Two gallons of lamp oil, for example. Anyway, I can't leave him down there. We can't look after him properly. It's not as if we need to find out where the dragon is now,' he added bitterly.
'I think you're being a bit silly about all this,' she said, leading the way back to the house.
'Silly? I was sacked in front of all those people!'
'Yes, but it was all a misunderstanding, I'm sure.'
'I didn't misunderstand it!'
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