Leonardo da Vinci the picture of the last supper

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Throat’s merchandise. He was standing at the bottom of some steps that led down to one of Ankh-Morpork’s countless cellars.
‘Hallo, Throat.’
‘Would ‘You see, I just come down to do a bit of stock-taking, and . . .’ He waved a hand helplessly.’Well . . . take a look . . .’
He opened the cellar door.
In the darkness something went plop.
Windle Poons lurched aimlessly along a dark alley in the Shades, arms extended you step down here a minute, Fred? I could use a bit of legal aid.’‘Got a problem, Throat?’Dibbler scratched his nose.‘Well, Fred . . . Is it a crime to be given something? I mean, without you knowing it?’‘Someone been giving you things, Throat?’Throat nodded.’Dunno. You know I keep merchandise down here?’ he said.‘Yeah.’