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They're probably all right,' said Rincewind.
'Good.'
'Whatever they are.'
'What?'
Conina grabbed his arm. 'Don't shout at him,' she said. 'He's not himself.'
Ah,' said Creosote dourly, 'an improvement.'
'I say, that's 'I think that's a bit cruel,' said Conina, but with an edge in her voice that suggested that she could be open to persuasion on the subject.
'Well, they make me sick,' muttered Creosote, who was feeling acutely sober and didn't like it much.
'I think we'll all feel better if we try to get a bit more sleep,' said Nijel diplomatically. 'Things always look better by daylight. Nearly always, anyway.'a bit unfair,' Nijel protested. 'I mean, he got me out of the snake pit and, well, he knows a lot-’'Yes, wizards are good at getting you out of the sort of trouble that only wizards can get you into,' said Creosote. 'Then they expect you to thank them.''Oh, I think-’'It's got to be said,' said Creosote, waving his hands irritably. He was briefly illuminated by the passage of another spell across the tormented sky.'Look at that!' he snapped. 'Oh, he means well. They all mean well. They probably all think the Disc would be a better place if they were in charge. Take it from me, there's nothing more terrible than someone out to do the world a favour. Wizards! When all's said and done, what good are they? I mean, can you name me something worthwhile any wizard's done?'