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'Talking of teeth—' said Twoflower.
'Yesh?'
'I can't help noticing —'
'Yesh?'
'Oh, nothing,' out of the top, should be fairly conspicuous.
'I'll just go and have a look, shall I?' he said.
'Yesh.'
'Over there in all that thick, shadowy undergrowth?'
'Very good playshe, yesh.'said Twoflower.'Yesh? Oh. Let'sh get thish fire going before we loshe the light. And then,' Cohen's face fell, 'I supposhe we'd better make some shoop.''Rincewind's good at that,' said Twoflower enthusiastically. 'He knows all about herbs and roots and things.'Cohen gave Rincewind a look which suggested that he, Cohen, didn't believe that.'Well, the Horshe people gave us shome horse jerky,' he said. 'If you can find and stuff, it might make it tashte better.''But I—' Rincewind began, and gave up. Anyway, he reasoned, I know what an onion looks like, it's a sort of saggy white thing with a green bit sticking
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