We are gathered here today to...
pay our respects to Old Rumlet.
A wizard...
Sorry.
I'm not late, am I?
Who is that?
Rincewind,
Arch Chancellor.
Rincewind?
Have him sent to my office
in ten minutes.
Get on with it, Weatherwax.
My back's killing me.
Run along, Rincewind.
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