Leroy Neiman Marlin Fishing

That's a shame. I've done good Business here. Too magical, they say! What's wrong with magic, that's what I'd like to know?'
'What will you do?' said Twoflower.
'Oh, go to some other universe, there's plenty around,' said the shopkeeper airily. 'Thanks for telling me about the star, though. Can I drop you off somewhere?'
The Spell gave Rincewind's mind a kick.
''Er, no,' he said, 'I think perhaps we'd better stay. To ee it through, you know.'
'You're not worried about this star thing, then?'
'The star is life, not death,' said Riricewind.
'How's that?'
'How's what?'
'You did it again!' said Twoflower, pointing an accusing finger. 'You say things and then don't know you've said them!'
'You told me it was the only city that actually started out decadent.'
Rincewind looked embarrassed. Yes, but, well, it's my Home, don't you see?'
'No,' said the shopkeeper, 'not really. I always say Home is where you hang your 'I just said we'd better stay,' said Rincewind.'You said the star was life, not death,' said Twoflower. 'Your voice went all crackly and far away. Didn't it?' He turned to the shopkeeper for confirmation.'That's true,' said the little man. 'I thought his eyes crossed a bit, too.''It's the Spell, then,' said Rincewind. 'It's trying to take me over. It knows what's going to happen, and I think it wants to go to Ankh-Morpork. I want to go too,' he added defiantly. 'Can you get us there?''Is that the big city on the Ankh? Sprawling place, smells of cesspits?''It has an ancient and honourable history,' said Rincewind, his voice stiff with injured civic pride.'That's not how you described it to me,' said Twoflower.