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“I don’t like it,” said the picture imp, from his box around Twoflower’s neck. “Why not?” inquired Twoflower. “It’s weird.” “But you’re a demon. Demons can’t call things weird. I mean, what’s weird to a demon?” “Oh, you know,” said the demon cautiously, glancing around nervously and shifting from claw to claw. “Things. Stuff.”

“!” said the stranger, and grabbed his arm.