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there were just some people putting up a big screen, like a bedsheet stretched between poles.
He sauntered over to them. ‘What’re you doing?’ he said amiably.
‘There’s going to be a performance.’
‘Oh. Acting,’ said Victor, without much interest.
He coming at me with a knife. That means I’m either going to get stabbed or I’m going to have to run away, which is a real waste of energy.
People who didn’t apply themselves to the facts in hand might have thought that Victor Tugelbend would be fat and unhealthy. In fact, he was undoubtedly the most athletically-inclined student in the University. Having to haul around extra poundage was far too much effort, so he saw to it that he never put it on and he kept himself in trim because doing things with decent muscles was far less effort than trying to achieve things with bags of flab. mooched back through the damp darkness, but stopped when he heard a voice coming from the gloom between two buildings. The voice said ‘Help’, quite quietly. Another voice said, ‘Just hand it over, right?’ Victor wandered closer, and squinted into the shadows. ‘Hallo?’ he said. ‘Is everything all right?’ There was a pause, and then a low voice said, ‘You don’t know what’s good for you, kid.’ He’s got a knife, Victor thought. He’s