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come you smell so bad? I mean, you smelled bad enough when I was human, but now—'
Gaspode looked proud.
'Good, innit,' he said. 'It didn't just happen. I had to work at it. If you was a true dog, this'd be like really great aftershave. ByI didn't ask you to come.'
'Got nothing else to do,' said Gaspode. 'The House of Ribs don't put its rubbish out till midnight.'
'Haven't you got a home to go to ?' said Angua, as they trotted under a fish-and-chip stall.
'Home? Me? Home? Yeah. Of course. No problemo. Laughing kids, big kitchen, three meals a day, humorous cat next door to chase, own blanket and spot by the fire, he's an old softy but we love him, ekcetra. No problem there. I just like to get out a bit,' said Gaspode.
'Only, I see you haven't got a collar.' the way, you want to get a collar, miss. No-one bothers you if you've got a collar.''Thanks.'Gaspode seemed to have something on his mind.'Er . . . you don't rip hearts out, do you?''Not unless I want to,' said Angua.'Right, right, right,' said Gaspode hurriedly. 'Where're you going?'He broke into a waddling, bow-legged trot to keep up with her.'To have a sniff around Hammerhock's place.
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