Bedraggled and rumpled, Rincewind walks through the backdoor and immediately squeaks in shock as a waitrat passes by him. He dodges out of the way only to find himself in the path of another one and so dodges yet again. He's used to rats, as anyone who grew up in Ankh-morpork, but even those illustrious rats never get this size. He spins and runs
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