"I suppose I could go get you your duster now, though."
"I'd look like a flasher," I said.
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"I've done it enough to know that you and I are the Titanic."
"We're people," I said. "Not some f***ing ship."
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But before it could grab me, there was a rush of footsteps, and a four-legged form consisting entirely of what looked like mud slammed into its rearmost leg.
The mud creature hit the rawhead hard. The power of its impact cracked bones and blew the leg out from beneath the rawhead. The fae giant bellowed a ground-shaking roar. A ton of bloody bones fell, and the mud creature, white teeth flashing, kept after it.
Snarling.
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"Look," I said. "Me and the island are...kind of partners."
"Oh, right," Thomas said. He looked at Karrin and said, "Harry's a geosexual."
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"Down, down to goblin town you go, my lad!" I sang in a hearty, badly pitched baritone. I was panting. "Ho, ho, my lad!"
Demonreach's glowing eyes flicked toward me. Maybe irritated.
"Oh, come on," I said. "You never saw the Rankin-Bass animated version of The Hobbit? The one they made before they did the movies in New Zealand?"
It didn't answer.
"Harry," Bob muttered at me. "Stop trying to **** it off."
"I'm bored," I said.
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"I'm not ambivalent."
"You know better, but you're being a moron about it anyway," Bob said.
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"I need broadband, Harry."
"That's a computer thing, right?"
"Philistine," Bob the Skull muttered.
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