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did he approve of Stibbons's robe. It was the right length but a washed‑out greeny‑grey, with pockets and toggles and a hood with a bit of rabbit fur around the edge. There weren't any sequins or jewels or mystic symbols anywhere. Just a blodgy stain where Stibbons's pen leaked.
'You ain't been out lately?' said Ridcully.
'No, sir. Er. Should I have 'Er. Yes?' said Ponder, backing away. 'That's all right, isn't it? I mean, this is a university . . .'
Ridcully scratched his ear. The man was right, of course. You had to have some of the buggers around, there was no getting away from it. Personally, he avoided them .whenever possible, as did the rest of the faculty, occasionally running the other way or hiding behind doors whenever been? I've been busy working on my Make‑It‑Bigger device. You 'Right, right,' said Ridcully, looking around. 'Anyone else been working in here?''Well . . . there's me, and Tez the Terrible and Skazz and Big Mad Drongo, I think . . .'Ridcully blinked.'What are they?' he said. And then, from the depths of memory, a horrible answer suggested itself. Only a very specific species had names like that.'Students?'
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