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dwarf. You have to know how to deal with people in this game.'
He came back and sat down beside the Librarian. The ape put a smaller bend in the pipe.
'What're you making?' said Glod.
'Gook‑oook‑OOKpicked up a piece of wood, gripped one end and began to strum.
'Ook?'
'That's right,' said Glod. 'The boy with the guitar.'
‘Eeek.'
The Librarian did a back somersault.
'Oookoook‑ooka‑ooka‑OOOka‑OOK!'
'I can see you're in the swing of it already,' said Glod.!''My cousin Modo is the gardener here,' said Glod. 'He says you're a mean keyboard player.' He stared at the hands, busy in the pipebending. They were big. And of course there were four of them. 'He was certainly partly right,' he added.The ape picked up a length of driftwood and tasted it.‘We thought you might like to play pianoforte with us at the Drum tonight,' said Glod. 'Me and Cliff and Buddy, that is.'The Librarian rolled a brown eye towards him, then
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