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of you will . . . Where's Lance-Constable Angua?' will personally—' He hesitated. He'd never been cruel to an animal in his life.
'I'll turn the matter over to Corporal Nobbs,' he said.
'That's what I to say: do this, do that . . . that was just something human, but this . . . this was like being a god.
He pulled the gonne into position, clicked a rack of six bullets into position, and sighted at random on a light. And then on another one. And another one.like,' said Gaspode bitterly. 'Incentive.'He presssed his blotchy nose to the ground. It was all show, anyway. Angua's scent hung in the air like a rainbow.'You can really talk?' said Carrot.Gaspode rolled his eyes.' 'Course not,' he said. The figure had reached the top of the tower.Lamps and candles were alight all over the city. It was spread out below him. Ten thousand little earthbound stars . . . and he could turn off any one he wanted, just like that. It was like being a god.It was amazing how sounds were so audible up here. It was like being a god. He could hear the howl of dogs, the sound of voices. Occasionally one would be louder than the rest, rising up into the night sky.This was power. The power he had below, the power