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‘All this–’, Dibbler released Silverfish’s shoulder just long enough to expansively indicate the energetic chaos around them. ‘Fantastic!’ he said. ‘Marvellous! And that last thing of yours, what was it called now–?’
‘High Jinks atbeen seen by hundreds of people, yes?’
‘Thousands,’ said Silverfish.
There was no analogy for Dibbler’s grin now. If it had managed to be any wider, the top of his head would have fallen off.
‘Thousands?’ he said. ‘Really? That many? And of course they all pay you, oh, how much–?’ the Store,’ said Silverfish. ‘That’s the one where the thief steals the sausages and the shop-keeper chases him?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Dibbler, his fixed smile glazing for only a second . or two before becoming truly sincere again. ‘Yeah. That was. it. Amazing! True genius! A beautifully sustained metaphor!’ ‘That cost us nearly twenty dollars, you know,’ said Silverfish, with shy pride. ‘And another forty pence for the sausages, of course.’ ‘Amazing!’ said Dibbler. ‘And it must have
‘Oh, we just take up a collection at the moment,’ said Silverfish. ‘Just to cover costs while