??" } @font-face { font-family: Times } @font-face { font-family: Calibri } @font-face { font-family: Consolas } 16 The other bastard, green and gruesome, thought his terrible thoughts and sent them out with a smile upon his face. The first wave of pain hit a certain coastal town of southern England at precisely ten-twenty-three and fourteen-seconds-almost that morning. Lords and ladies, lads and lasses, the great and the good and the dull and the dreadful hollered and howled and fell fainting to their floors. CONTAMINATION CONTAMINATION CONTAMINATION CONTAMINATION they thought. Men clutched at their willies and women their behinds. But the pain was so intense that their clutching hands rushed back to their heads and stayed there. Porrig, now dressed, had been preparing to take a quick shufti outside, having come to the not altogether surprising conclusion that something was going on. He was at his shop door when the pain blasted him from his feet. Wok Boy, halfway up the stairs, screamed loudly and tumbled down.
