Jack Vettriano The Railway Station

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'Oh yes. No end of fun. Volcanoes all over the place. It really meant something, being a rock then.There was none f this sedimentary nonsense, you were igneous or nothing. Of course, that's all gone now. People call themselves about this new star. What does it mean?'
'I don't know,' said Rincewind. 'Everyone seems to think I know about it, but I don't —'
'It's not that we would mind being melted down,' said the big troll. That's how we all started, anyway. But we thought, maybe, it might mean the end of everything and that doesn't seem a very good thing.'
'It's getting bigger,' said another troll. 'Look at it now. Bigger than last night.'
Rincewind looked. It was definitely bigger than last night.trolls today, well, sometimes they're hardly more than slate. Chalk even. I wouldn't give myself airs if you could use me to draw with, would you?''No,' said Rincewind quickly. 'Absolutely not, no. This, er, this legend thing. It said you shouldn't bite me?''That's right!' said the little troll on his foot, 'and it was me who told you where the onions were!''We're rather glad you came along,' said the first troll, which Rincewind couldn't help noticing was the biggest one there. 'We're a bit worried