Edward Hopper Girlie Show

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no-one'll really see 'em. No-one important, anyway.
Vimes had only given in because he knew it wouldn't be his problem for long.
It wasn't as if he was speciesist, he told himself. But the Watch was a job for men.
'How about
'This,' said Corporal Carrot, 'is the Hubwards Gate. To the whole city. Which is what we guard.'
'What from?' said Lance-Constable Angua, the last of the new recruits.
'Oh, you know. Barbarian hordes, warring tribesmen, bandit armies . . . that sort of thing.'
'What? Just us?'Corporal Nobbs?' said the Patrician.'Nobby?'They shared a mental picture of Corporal Nobbs.'No.''No.''Then of course there is,' the Patrician smiled, 'Corporal Carrot. A fine young man. Already making a name for himself, I gather.''That's . . . true,' said Vimes.'A further promotion opportunity, perhaps? I would value your advice.'Vimes formed a mental picture of Corporal Carrot—