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Their heads. 'From behind ' said Sergeant Colon. 'You hit 'em from behind. No sense in risking trouble is there? Now you have a go Lance-Constable Cuddy. ' 'But sarge—' 'Do it. ' They watched. 'Perhaps we could fetch him a chair?' said Angua after an embarrassing fifteen seconds. Detritus sniggered. 'Him too little to be a guard ' he said. Lance-Constable Cuddy stopped jumping up and down. 'Sorry sergeant ' he said 'this isn't how dwarfs do it see?' 'It's how guards do it ' said Sergeant Colon. 'All right Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute – you give it a try. ' Detritus held the truncheon between what must technically be called thumb and forefinger and smashed it over Arthur's helmet. He stared reflectively at the truncheon's stump. Then he bunched up his for want of a better word fist and hammered.
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