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got through, didn't he?' said Rincewind.
There was a tapped Rincewind on the shoulder. As he swung around, the first hook hung a yellowing notice on his back and retracted into the roof.
'What'd it do? What'd it do?’ screamed Rincewind, try­ing to read his own shoulderblades.
'It says, Kick Me,' said Conina.
A section of wall slid up beside the petrified wizard. A large boot on the end of a complicated noise like a damp finger dragged across glass, but amplified a billion times, and the floor shook.'Anyway, we haven't got a lot of choice,' he added, and ducked into the tunnel. The others followed him. Many people who had got to know Rincewind had come to treat him as a sort of two-legged miner's canary[20] and tended to assume that if Rincewind was still upright and not actually running then some hope remained.'This is fun,' said Creosote. 'Me, robbing my own treasury. If I catch myself I can have myself flung into the snake pit.''But you could throw yourself on your mercy,' said Conina, running a paranoid eye over the dusty stone­work.'Oh, no. I think I would have to teach me a lesson, as an example to myself.'There was a little click above them. A small slab slid aside and a rusty metal hook descended slowly and jerkily. Another bar creaked out of the wall and