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'If we go on stage now, I want us to do another performance,' said Buddy.
Glod glared suspiciously at the guitar.
'What? No problem. I smashed on the floor. A troll appeared in the doorway, or at least part of it did. It wouldn't be able to get into the room without ripping the door‑frame out, but it looked as though it wouldn't think twice about doing so.
'Mr Chrysoprase says, what's happening?' it growled.
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