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- 'He was no good at plumbing. What does Y M R-C-I-G-B-S A, AM mean?'
- 'Young Men's Reformed-Cultists-of-the-Ichor-God-BelShamharoth Association, Ankh- Morpork,' said Albert. 'It's where I stay if I have to go back down for anything. Soap and suchlike.'
- 'But you're not . . . a young man,' said Susan, unable to prevent herself.
- 'No-one argues,' he snapped.
- And Susan thought that was probably true. There was some kind of wiry strength in Albert, as if his whole body was a knuckle.
- 'He can make just about anything,' she said, half to herself, 'but some things he just doesn't understand, and one of them's plumbing.'
- 'Right. We had to get a plumber from Ankh-Morpork, hah, he said he might be able to make it a week next Thursday, and you don't say that kind of thing to the Master,' said Albert. 'I've never seen a bugger work so fast. Then the Master just made him forget. He can make everyone forget, except-' Albert stopped, and frowned. 'Seems I've got to put up with it, ' he said. 'Seems you've a right. I expect you're tired. You can stay here. There's plenty of rooms.'
- ***
- Soul Music - p55-56
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