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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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FROM THE EASEL OF A ROWDY IMP

“Rincewind got down on one knee, the better to arrange the picture, and pressed the enchanted lever. The box said, “It’s no good. I’ve run out of pink.” A hitherto unnoticed door opened in front of his eyes. A small, green and hideously warty humanoid figure leaned out, pointed at a colour-encrusted palette in one clawed hand, and screamed at him. “No pink! See?” screeched the homunculus. “No good you going on pressing the lever when there’s no pink, is there? If you wanted pink you shouldn’t of took all those pictures of young ladies, should you? It’s monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?” “Alright. Yeah, Sure,” said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easel, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn’t. “So long as that’s understood,” said the imp, and shut the door”.

Terry Pratchett, “The Colour of Magic

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