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suspiciously alive. Shadows that he wouldn't have looked at twice now began to look horribly occupied.
'I like trolls,' said Twoflower.
'No you keep ntil they learned about doors and didn't simply leave the house by walking aimlessly through the nearest wall.
As they gathered firewood Cohen went on, Trollsh teeth, that'sh the thingsh.'
'Why?' said Bethan.
'Diamonds. Got to be, you shee. Only thing that can shtand the rocksh, and they don't,' said Rincewind firmly. 'You can't. They're big and knobbly and they eat people.''No they don't,' said Cohen, sliding awkwardly off his horse and massaging his knees. 'Well-known mishap-prehenshion, that ish. Trolls never ate anybody.''No?''No, they alwaysh spit the bitsh out. Can't digesht people, see? Your average troll don't want any than a nice lump of granite, maybe, with perhapsh a nice slab of limeshtone for aftersh. I heard someone shay it's becosh they're a shilicashe – a shillycaysheou – Cohen paused, and wiped his beard, 'made out of rocks.Rincewind nodded. Trolls were not unknown in Ankh-Morpork, of course, where they often got employment as bodyguards. They tended to be a bit expensive to
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