Diego Rivera The Flower Seller

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lot of this sort of thing, do you?’ he said to the trolls.
‘Yeah,’ said Galena. ‘All the time. Like, in A King’s Ransom, I play a troll who rushed out an’ hit people. An’ in The Dark Forest, I play a troll who rushed out an’ hit people. An’, an’, in Mystery Mountain I play a troll who rushed out, an’ jumped up an’ down on people. It doesn’t pay to get type-cast.’
‘And do you Victor a worried look, insofar as Victor was any judge of the range of expressions available to a face that looked as though it had been kicked out of granite with a pair of steel-toed boots. ‘What you fink?’ he said.
‘Er. Very nice.’ do the same thing?’ said Victor, to the other troll. ‘Oh, Morraine’s a character actor, ain’t you?’ said Galena. ‘Best in the business.’ ‘What does he play?’ ‘Rocks.’ Victor stared. ‘On account of his craggy features,’ Galena went on. ‘Not just rocks. You should see him do an ancient monolith. You’d be amazed. Go on, Morry, show ‘im yer inscription.’ ‘Nah,’ said Morraine, grinning sheepishly. ‘I’m thinking of changing my name for movin’ pictures,’ Galena went on. ‘Somethin’ with a bit o’ class. I thought "Flint".’ He gave