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I ain't happy about this! Wizers, coming here and turning Lom and Leg to stone. Lom was the only one who knew everyone's names, and now she's stone useless.
Sal's plan looks right good to me, 'cept nobody here's wearing shoes. We'll know the wizers by their actions, even if they don't smell like wizers. They're clever and tricksy, so all we need to do is thump whoever's acting clever. Everybody keep being like normal, and we'll catch 'em right quick.
...Oi...Is that what they want us to think? My head is achin'.
Let's get the pot boiling, anyway. T'is best if we has Wizzard for dinner. I'm tired of mutton.
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