Rincewynd had a bag of stones with him which, 1 by 1 he threw up in the air and hit into the distance with his club (the club narrowly missed bubba's head)
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'We each play out the parts fate has written for us.Free-will is an illusion' Kain-Soul Reaver
"Pull me up, then," he hinted.
"I think that might be sort of difficult," grunted Twoflower. "I don't actually think I can do it, in fact."
"What are you holding on to, then?"
"You."
"I mean besides me."
"What do you mean, besides you?" said Twoflower.
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