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As quietly as possible, he sought around for something, anything, that could be turned into a weapon. Regrettably, they had, when choosing toys for Young Sam, completely neglected the whole area of hard things with sharp edges. Bunnies, chickies, and piggies there were in plenty, but – ah! Vimes spotted something that would do, and wrenched it free.

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Terry Pratchett, Thud!