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straight out of your wages so's you don't have to bother about it. Meet Asphalt.'
'Who?' said Buddy.
''S me,' said one of Asphalt was already wearing a 'Band With Rocks In' shirt. It was tight across the chest but reached down to the floor.
'Asphalt'll look after you,' said Dibbler. 'There isn't anything he doesn't know about show business.'
Asphalt gave them a big grin.
'You'll be OK with me,' he said. 'I've worked with 'em all, I have. Been everywhere, done it all.'
'We could go to the Fronts,' said Cliff. 'No‑one around there the sacks beside Dibbler.The sack opened up a bit and turned out not to be a sack at all, but a . . . a sort of crumbled . . . a kind of mobile heap of. . .Buddy felt his eyes watering. It looked like a troll, except that it was shorter than a dwarf. It wasn't smaller than a dwarf ‑ what Asphalt lacked in height he made up in breadth and, while on the subject, also in smell.'How come,' said Cliff, 'he's so short?'"N'elephant sat on me,' said Asphalt, sulkily.Glod blew his nose.'Only sat?'
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