Leroy Neiman World Class Skier

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'These are worse.'
'Oh.'
'And what do you propose to do about it?' said a clear voice.
They turned. Bethan was glaring at them, arms folded.
'Pardon?' said Wert.
'You're wizards, aren't you?' she said. 'Well, get on with it.'
'What, tackle that?' said Rincewind.
'Know anyone else?'
Wert pushed forward. 'Madam, I don't think you quite understand —'
'The Dungeons Dimensions will empty into our Universe, right?' said Bethan.
'Well, yesTwoflower.
He wasn't there. Rincewind's eyes turned inevitably towards the base of the Tower of Art, and he was just in time to see the tourist's plump figure, sword inexpertly in hand, as it disappeared into a door.
Rincewind's feet made their own decision and, from the oint of view of his head, got it entirely wrong.
The other wizards watched him go.
'Well?' said Bethan. 'He's going.' . The wizards tried to avoid one another's eyes. —''We'll all be eaten by things with tentacles for faces, right?''Nothing so pleasant, but —''And you're just going to let it happen?''Listen,' said Rincewind. 'It's all over, do you see? You can't put the spells back in the book, you can't unsay what's been said, you can't —''You can try!'Rincewind sighed, and turned to
Eventually Wert said, 'We could try, I suppose. It doesn't seem to be spreading.'