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for a day off,’ said Mr Thumpy.
‘No-one asks for a day off in Holy Wood!’ said Victor. ‘I’ve been fired once, thank you.’
‘And he his body all day. Every time he’d shut his eyes he kept seeing a figure shaped like a small hillock. He had to face up to it. Detritus was in love.
Yes, he’d spent many years in Ankh-Morpork hitting people for money. Yes, it had been a friendless, brutalizing life. And a lonely one, too. He’d been resigned to an old-age of bitter bachelorhood and suddenly, now, Holy Wood was handing him a chance he’d never dreamed of.
He’d been strictly brought up and he could dimly remember the lecture he’d been given by his father when he was a young troll. If you saw a girl you liked, you didn’t just rush at her. There were proper ways to go about things. took you on again at more money,’ said Gaspode. ‘Funny, that.’ He scratched an ear. ‘Tell him your contract says you can have a day off.’ ‘I haven’t got a contract. You know that. You work, you get paid. It’s simple.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Gaspode. ‘Yeah. Yeah? A verbal contract. It’s simple. I like it.’ Towards the end of the night Detritus the troll lurked awkwardly in the shadows by the back door of the Blue Lias. Strange passions had wracked