Jack Vettriano The Last Great Romantic

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'So we thought you might have some suggestions?' said the head troll, as meekly as it is possible to sound with a voice like a granite gargle.
'You said. 'Anything you want doing?'
'I was supposed to be making some soup,' said Rincewind. He waved the onions vaguely. It was probably not the most heroic or purposeful gesture ever made.
'Soup?' said the troll. 'Is that all?'
'Well, maybe some biscuits too.'
The trolls looked at one another, exposing enough mouth jewellery to buy a medium-sized city.
Eventually the biggest troll said, 'Soup it is, then.' It shrugged grittily. 'It's just that we imagined that the legendcould jump over the Edge,' said Rincewind. There must be lots of places in the universe that could do with some extra rocks.''We've heard about that,' said the troll. 'We've met rocks that tried it. They say you float about for millions of years and then you get very hot and burn away and end up at the bottom of a big hole in the scenery. That doesn't sound very bright.'It stood up with a noise like coal rattling down a chute, and stretched its thick, knobbly arms.'Well, we're supposed to help you,' it