Jack Vettriano The Billy Boys

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'That'll be all, will it, Master?' he said.
THANK YOU, ALBERT. YES.
Albert left again, more slowly than normal. He kept looking over his shoulder.
'He doesn't change, does he?' said Susan. 'Of course, that's the point about this place–’
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT CATS?
'Sorry?'
CATS. DO YOU LIKE 'EM?
'They're . . .' of the Discworld.
MORPHIC RESONANCE, he said, not looking at Susan. DAMN. PEOPLE DON'T BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND IT. SOUL HARMONICS. IT'S RESPONSIBLE FOR SO MANY THINGS.
Susan pulled out Imp's lifetimer. Blue smoke was still pouring through the pinch.
'Can you help me with this?' she said.Susan hesitated, 'all right. But a cat's just a cat.'CHOCOLATE, said Death. DO YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE?‘I think it's possible to have too much,' said Susan.YOU CERTAINLY DON'T TAKE AFTER YSABELL.Susan nodded. Her mother's favourite dish had been Genocide by Chocolate.AND YOUR MEMORY? YOU HAVE A GOOD MEMORY?'Oh, yes. I . . . remember things. About how to be Death. About how it's all supposed to work. Look, just then you said you remembered about the rat, and it hasn't even happ–'Death stood up and strode across to the model
Death spun around.
I SHOULD NEVER HAVE ADOPTED YOUR MOTHER.