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swarm of curses. ‘What the hell was that?’
A smaller thing flashed into existence by his ear.
Ridcully The Bursar crawled dazed out of the tangled wreckage of the wire trolley. He found his pointy hat, dusted it off, tried it on, frowned, and took a wheel out of it. His colleagues didn’t seem to be paying him much attentionsnatched at his hat.‘Damn!’ - the swarm increased by one - ‘Something just bit me!’ A squadron of newly-hatched Blasteds made a valiant bid for freedom. He swatted at them ineffectually.‘Get away, you b -‘ he began.‘Don’t say it!’ said the Senior Wrangler.’Shut up!’ People never told the Archchancellor to shut up. Shutting up was something that happened to other people. He shut up out of shock. ‘I mean, every time you swear it comes alive,’ said the Senior Wrangler hurriedly. ‘Ghastly little winged things pop out of the air.’ ‘Bloody hellfire!’ said the Archchancellor.Pop. Pop.