Leroy Neiman Michael Jordan

The man hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously from side to side as he waited for the magic. The conclusion that there was not going to be any hit him at the same time as Rincewind, whirring wildly down the passage, kicked him sharply in the groin. As he screamed and clutched at himself the wizard dragged open the door, sprang inside, slammed it behind him and threw his body against it, panting.
It was quiet and then at the lid. It looked heavy, and was bound with brass bands. It was quite still now. What wind?
"Rincewind!"
Twoflower sprang off the bed. The wizard jumped back, wrenching his features into a smile.
"My dear chap, right on time! We'll just have lunch, and then I’m sure you’ve got a wonderful programme lined up for this afternoon."in here. There was Twoflower, sleeping peacefully on the bed. And there, at the foot of the bed, was the Luggage.Rincewind took a few steps forward, cupidity moving him as easily as if he were on little wheels. The chest was open. There were bags inside, and in one of them he caught the gleam of gold. For a moment greed overcame caution, and he reached out gingerly... but what was the use? He'd never live to enjoy it. Reluctantly he drew his hand back, and was surprised to see a slight tremor in the chest's open lid. Hadn't it shifted slightly, as though rocked by the wind?Rincewind looked at his fingers,