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Hakardly risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn't much good at interpreting non-verbal communication. This wasn't the best of times.
'With a sock?' , horror and the after-effects of an adrenaline overdose.
'Is it magical?' he said, curiously. 'Perhaps it is the sock of an Archchancellor? A sock of force?'
Rincewind focused on it.
'I don't think so,' he said. 'I think I bought it in a shop or something. Um. I've got another one somewhere.'
'But in the end it has something heavy?'
'Um. Yes,' said Rincewind. He added, 'It's a half-­brick.'
'But it has great power.'said Coin. 'What good is a sock?'The arm holding the staff rose. Coin looked down at it in mild astonishment.'No, stop,' he said. 'I want to talk to this man.' He stared at Rincewind, who was swaying back and forth under the influence of sleeplessness