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strands from his pocket.
'But,' she said, trying one more time to get Boffo to understand, 'couldn't you wake up one morning and put on make-up so that you looked like a different clown?'
He looked at her. It was hard to tell his expression under the permanently downcast mouth, but as far as she could tell she might as well have suggested that he performed a specific sex act with a small chicken.
'How could I do thatwe found poor Mr Beano, he didn't have his clown wig on, but something like that could easily have got knocked off in the river. But his nose, now . . . you told Sergeant Colon that someone had taken his nose. His real nose. Could you,' said Carrot, in the pleasant tones of someone talking to a simpleton, 'point to your real nose, Boffo?'
Boffo tapped the big red nose on his face.
'But that's—' Angua began.?' he said. 'Then I wouldn't be me.''Someone else might do it, though?'Boffo's buttonhole squirted.'I don't have to listen to this sort of dirty talk, miss.''What you're saying, then,' said Carrot, 'is that no clown would ever make up his face in another clown's, um, design?''You're doing it again!''Yes, but perhaps sometimes by accident a young down might perhaps—''Look, we're decent people, all right?''Sorry,' said Carrot. 'I think I understand. Now . . . when