Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Felt Hat grey

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Holy Wood was awake long before Victor, and the hammering from Century of the Fruitbat echoed around the sky. Waggonloads of timber were queuing up to enter the archway. He was buffeted and pushed aside by a hurrying stream of plasterers and carpenters. Inside, crowds of workmen scurried around the arguing figures of Silverfish .
‘We’ll find the money somehow,’ said Dibbler calmly.
Silverfish couldn’t have looked more horrified if Dibbler had worn a dress. He tried to rally.
‘Well, if you’re determined, Throat-’
‘Right!’
‘-I suppose, come to think of it, maybe we could amortize the cost over several clicks, maybe even hire it out afterwards-’ and C.M.O.T. Dibbler. Victor reached them just as Silverfish said, in astonished, tones, ‘The whole city?’ ‘You can leave out the bits round the edge,’ said Dibbler. ‘But I want the whole of the centre. The palace, the University, the Guilds - everything that makes it a real city, understand? It’s got to be right!’ He was red in the face. Behind him loomed Detritus the troll, patiently holding what appeared to be a bed over his head on one massive hand, like a waiter with a tray. Dibbler had the sheets in one hand. Then Victor realized that the whole bed, not just the sheets, was covered in writing. ‘But the cost –’ Silverfish protested