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"Yeah?"

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[neverdied]

Not sure. Something to do I guess.
Last time I was here I tried to eat one of Chilton's friends. He offered me a job after.

[Because Chilton's hiring choices are the weirdest ever.]

[neverdied]

Not here any more. Rincewind. Not much story to it. I tried to eat him, his Luggage ate me.

[Because that's normal.]

[neverdied]

[It's Tate's own fault for trying to get stories from an immortal who would rather be asleep.]

Why wouldn't we get along?

[neverdied]

I've got no issues with him. He's my boss.

[neverdied]

I've lived long enough not to be offended by the occasional bullet or knife to the head.

[neverdied]

How old do I look?

[neverdied]

Smart.
Don't remember how long exactly. But BC.

[neverdied]

Unfortunately.

[neverdied]

Yeah. I eat normal food. I like normal food.
You going to be asking a lot of these questions?

[neverdied]

Don't you have anything better to do?

[neverdied]

I don't know anything about you.

[neverdied]

What's your story?

[Vague questioning involves less effort!]

[neverdied]

[Dammit.]

Could you walk through walls back home?