Thomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York

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Yes, and then there’s sacred items,’ said the Senior Wrangler.’?~your? basic undead chunkles into dust as soon as look at ‘em. And they don’t like daylight. And if the worst comes to the worst, you bury them at a crossroads. That’s surefire, that is. And you stick a stake in them to make sure they don’t get up again.’
‘With garlic on it,’ said the Bursar.
‘Well, yes. I suppose you could put garlic on it,’ the Senior Wrangler conceded, reluctantly.
‘I don’t think you should put garlic on a good steak,’ said the Dean. ‘Just a little oil and seasoning.’
‘Red pepper is nice,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, happily.
‘a keen guardian of the law in Ankh-Morpork would be to patrol the streets and alleys, bribe informants, follow suspects and so on.
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