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happened at last," he moaned. "I'm going out of my mind."
Good idea said the voice. It's getting pretty crowded in here.
The spell pinning Rincewind to the wall vanished with a faint "pop." He fell forward and landed in a heap on the floor.
Careful- you nearly squashed me.
spiral rapidly towards the recumbent amphibian, shedding small bolts of lightning as they whirled. Soon the frog was lost in a golden haze which began to elongate upwards, filling the room with a warm yellow light. Within it was a darker, indistinct shape, which wavered and changed even as they watched. And all the time there was the high, brain-curdling whine of a huge magical field...
As suddenly as it had appeared, the magical tornado vanishedRincewind struggled to his elbows and reached into the pocket of his robe. When he withdrew his hand the green frog was sitting on it, its eyes oddly luminous in the half-light."Yes?" said Rincewind.Put me down on the floor and stand back.The frog blinked.The wizard did so, and dragged a bewildered Twoflower out of the way.The room darkened. There was a windy, roaring sound. Streamers of green, purple and octarine cloud appeared out of nowhere and began to
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