Going Postal Page #3
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- 2010
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Ah, it doesn't look
in bad shape at all. (CHUCKLES)
This is not the Post Office.
That is.
"No glom of nit
can stay these mes
engers abot their duty."
What the hell does that mean?
lt means, you have work to do.
Really. Where do they find them?
We should be, er,
going now, Reacher.
Have you seen this, Horsefry?
lt looks likes some other fool
has been suckered in
to running the Post Office.
lf we're late for Vetinari,
we'll be in big trouble.
Oh.
Remind me to look
appropriately scared.
(DOOR CREAKS)
They can't expect me
to fix this on my own.
Oh! You won't be on your own, sir.
(LAUGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Groat, sir, junior postman Groat.
One word from you, sir,
and l will. .. (COUGHS)
l will leap into action.
Junior postman Groat?
lndeed, sir, yes -
it should be senior,
but nobody's ever stayed
And you are it?
Oh, no, sir, that would be
ridiculous. No, no.
Well, l want to meet
my entire staff.
Oh, certainly, l'll take you
straight to him, sir.
Come this way.
(LAUGHS)
Stanley!
Mr Lipwig, the new postmaster.
Oh.
Oh, l see you know something
about pins, Stanley.
No, sir.
l know everything about pins.
Last year,
the pinneries of Ankh-Morpork
turned out 27,880,972 pins.
Born in the sorting room, sir.
Learned to read from envelopes.
We did our best for him,
but he's a bit "return to sender",
if you know what l mean.
That includes wax-headed, steels,
brasses, silver-headed,
extra-large...
..and novelty.
Yes.
l saw a magazine about this once.
Pins Monthly?
(SLAMS BOOK SHUT)
That rag is for hobbyists.
True pinheads only read Total Pins.
Ah. Erm, will you be staying down
here with us, sir?
(LAUGHS) No, no. l was told
there's an official apartment.
Oh, you want to stay there?
There is the hat, too, sir.
The hat of office. (LAUGHS)
Ah!
Ah, ha-ha. Magnificent.
(SPlTS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
lt's magnificent, isn't it, sir?
to put that on my head?
lt's a time-honoured tradition, sir,
and it must sit
on the postmaster's head.
Get off me!
Sit with dignity.
Stop it, Mr Groat! Enough!
This is going straight
to the city dump.
(SOUND OF DESPAlR) We expected more
keenness from the postmaster.
Keenness?
Like him and his pins.
Keenness beyond the bounds of sanity.
Perhaps, if you'd been a bit more
we wouldn't have a million letters
stuck out there.
l don't think l like him, Mr Groat.
(SCOFFS) Don't worry, Stanley,
he won't be here long.
The problem is, Mr Gilt,
since you acquired the clacks,
breakdowns have increased.
The speed of messages has slowed
and the cost to customers has risen.
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