'The buggers!' Colon snatched up his bow and fumbled for an arrow. 'I'll give 'em voonerables! Well-spoken lady like her, it's a disgrace!'
'Er,' said Carrot, who had glanced over his shoulder. 'Sergeant?'
'This is what it comes to!' muttered Colon. 'Decent women can't walk down the street without being eaten! Right, you bastards, you're . . . you're geography-''
'' Sergeant!'' Carrot repeated urgently.
'It's history, not geography,' said Nobby. 'That's what you're supposed to say. History. 'You're history!' you say.'
'Well, whatever,' snapped Colon. 'Let's see how…'
'Sergeant!'
Nobby was looking behind them, too.
'Oh, shit,' he said.
'Can't miss,' muttered Colon, taking aim.
'Sergeant!'
'Shut up, you two, I can't concentrate when you keep shout…'
'Sergeant, it's coming!'
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