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Angua has a case.
And she doesn't want to have it. It smells disgusting, and it rubs her up the wrong way in all the wrong ways.
Sitting at a table, she's attempting to stare it down, mouth curled up into a dangerous snarl. She daren't let it out of her sight, and there's no way in eight hells she's taking it back to Ankh-Morpork with her.
She just needs to find someone that'll alert Security to it.
And she doesn't want to have it. It smells disgusting, and it rubs her up the wrong way in all the wrong ways.
Sitting at a table, she's attempting to stare it down, mouth curled up into a dangerous snarl. She daren't let it out of her sight, and there's no way in eight hells she's taking it back to Ankh-Morpork with her.
She just needs to find someone that'll alert Security to it.