Thomas Kinkade Bridge of HopeEdward Hopper SummertimeEdward Hopper Night Windows
Godless tinkerers,’ said a small acolyte, peering out from behind the Chief Priest’s bully.
‘Gullible idiots !’
‘Atheistic from a safe distance and strolled nonchalantly towards a comparatively quiet part of the room where, beside a statue of one of the Patrician’s predecessors, they turned and faced one another again.
‘So . . . how are things in the godbothering business?’ said Ridcully. ‘We do our humble best. How is the dangerous meddling with things man was not meant to understand?’
‘Pretty fair. Pretty fair.’ Ridcully removed his hat and fished inside the pointy bit.’Can I offer you a drop of something?’scum!’‘Servile morons !’‘Childish conjurors!’‘Bloodthirsty priests!’‘Interfering wizards!’Ridcully raised an eyebrow. The Chief Priest nodded very slightly. They left the two groups hurling imprecations at each other
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