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they had overlarge tails that were bluish-white and, he realized, throbbing alarmingly. As he was drawn towards the Eye the terrors-truck Rincewind raised the box protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say
"They're and came up on his feet. He found his sword and started to chop methodically at the doomed arms.
Rincewind lay on the floor, concentrating on not going mad. A hollow wooden noise made him turn his head.
The Luggage had landed on its curved lid. Now it was rocking angrily and kicking its little legs in the air.
Warily, Rincewind looked around for Twoflower The little man was in a crumpled heap against the wall, but at least he was groaning.
The wizard pulled himself across the floor painfully, and whispered, "What the hell was that?
"Why were they so bright?" muttered Twoflowerabout ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Everyone smile, please."There was a flash of light so white and so bright it didn't seem like light at all.Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and finished somewhere in Rincewind's bowels. The tentacles went momentarily as stiff as rods, hurling their various cargoes around the room, before bunching up protectively in front of the abused Eye. The whole mass dropped into the pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the edge.Hrun landed rolling, bounced off a wall
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