Jack Vettriano Blades

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'They're huge doors,' said Dibbler.
'They ain't big enough for me 'cos if you try to get me in there you'll have to drag the street in too, on account of me holding on to it!'
'No, be sensible–’what the Guild'll do to us if we play anywhere else,' said Buddy. 'And we've got to play.'
They stood looking at one another.
'What you boys should do now,' said Dibbler, blowing out a smoke ring, `is find somewhere nice and quiet to spend the day. Have a bit of a rest.'
'Damn right,' said Cliff. 'I never expected to carry these rocks around the whole time–’
Dibbler raised a finger. 'Ah,' he said, 'I thought of that, too. You don't want to waste your talents lugging stuff around, that's what I told myself. I hired you a helper. Very cheap, only 'No!' screamed Glod. 'And I'm screaming for all three of us!'The guitar whined.Buddy swung it around until he could hold it, and played a couple of chords. That seemed to calm it down.‘I think it . . . er . . . likes the idea,' he said.‘It likes the idea,' said Glod, simmering down a little bit. 'Oh, good. Well, do you know what they do to dwarfs who go into the Cavern?'`We do need the money, and it's probably not worse than