After about an hour, when rain was drumming on the canvas, Carborundum said: “Okay, den, I fink I’ve worked it out. If people are groophar stupid, then we’ll fight for groophar stupidity, ’cos it’s our stupidity. And dat’s good, yeah?” Several of the squad sat up in the darkness, amazed at this. “I realize I ought to know these things, but what does groophar mean?” said the voice of Maladict in the damp darkness. “Ah, well . . . when, right, a daddy troll an’ a mummy troll—”
