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pints of your finest ale, landlord,' he said, in tones so carefully judged that the barman was astonished to find himself ?' he said.
The barman pushed the mugs across the puddled counter.
'Here you are,' he said, leering. 'One pint. And one half pint.'obediently filling the first mug before the echoes had died away.Hwel looked up. There was an extremely big man on his right, wearing the outside of several large bulls and more chains than necessary to moor a warship. A face that looked like a building site with hair on it glared down at him.'Bloody hell,' it said. 'It's a bloody lawn ornament.'Hwel went cold. Cosmopolitan as they were, the people of Morpork had a breezy, no-nonsense approach to the non-human races, i.e., hit them over the head with a brick and throw them in the river. This did not apply to trolls, naturally, because it is very difficult to be racially prejudiced against creatures seven feet tall who can bite through walls, at least for very long. But people three feet high were absolutely designed to be discriminated against.The giant prodded Hwel on the top of his head.'Where's your fishing rod, lawn ornament