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like a Number Nine pot and some string, please," said the old man.
"Yes sir, Mr. Legibus." The potter reached under his counter and pulled out a towel. The naked man took it in an absent-minded way. Brutha got the feeling that this had happened to both of them before.
"And a lever of infinite length and, um, an immovable place to stand," said Legibus, drying himself off.
"What you see , haven't we?" said the potter.
"I left my clothes in the bath?"
"I think you probably had an idea while you were in the bath?" prompted the potter.
"That's right! That's right! Got this splendid idea for moving the world around!" said Legibus. "Simple lever principle. Should work perfectly. It's just a matter of getting the technical details sorted out."
"That's nice. We can move somewhere warm for the winter," said the is what I got, sir. Pots and general household items, but a bit short on axiomatic mechanisms.""Well, have you got a piece of chalk?""Got some right here from last time," said the potter.The little naked man took the chalk and started to draw triangles on the nearest bit of wall. Then he looked down."Why haven't I got any clothes on?" he said."We've been having our bath again
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