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’ echoed Reg Shoe.
‘‘That’s right, Mr Shoe, ‘ said Schleppel happily. ‘Should we worry when he’s in front of us?’ said Ridcully, ‘Or is it worse because we know he’s behind us?’
‘Hah! No more closets and cellars for this bogey,’ said Schleppel. ‘That’s a shame, because we’ve got some really big cellars at the University,’ said Windle Poons quickly.
Schleppel was silent for a while. Then he said, in an exploratory tone of voice, ‘How big?’
‘Huge.’
‘Yeah? With rats?’Oook!’‘Yo!’ said Windle Poons.‘Yo!’ said Schleppel.(Somewhere in the darkness, where the crowd wasthinnest, the gaunt shape of Mr Ixolite, the world’s last surviving banshee, sidled up to the shaking building and bashfully shoved a note under the door. It said: OOOOeeeOOOeeeOOOeee.)The trolley ploughed to a very definitive stop. No-one turned around. Reg said, slowly: ‘You’re behind us, right?’.