Jack Vettriano The Picnic Party

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right, Dean,' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'It's our civic duty. We're the city's first line of supernatural defence. Supposing ghastly 'And everyone's to buy their own drink.'
'Oh.'
Corporal (possibly) Cotton saluted in front of the fort's sergeant, who was trying to shave.
'It's the new recruit, sir,' he said. ' He won't obey orders.'
The sergeant nodded, and then looked blankly at something in his own hand.creatures started coming out of the air?''What about it?' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies.'Well, we'd be there.''Yes? That's good, is it?'Ridcully glared at his wizards. Two of them were surreptitiously tapping their feet. And several of them appeared to be twitching, very gently. The Bursar twitched gently all the time, of course, but that was only his way.Like canaries, he thought. Or lightning conductors.'All right,' he said reluctantly. 'We'll go. But we won't draw attention to ourselves.''Certainly, Archchancellor.'