Vimes stood on Carrot’s shoulders and walked his hand up the wall, but the little blue strip was still out of reach. The gargoyle rolled a stony eye toward him. “Do you mind?” said Vimes. “It’s hanging on your ear…“ With a grinding of stone on stone, the gargoyle reached up a hand and unhooked the intrusive material. “Thank you.” “’on’t ent-on it.” Vimes climbed down again.
