Winslow Homer Kissing the Moon

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You loony bastard, what you make of this?' he said.
Sendivoge stared from Detritus to the paper. Cuddy was struggling to get around the troll, who was almost completely blocking the doorway.
'What'd you go and call him that for?'
'Sergeant Colon, he saidsideways.
'Suicide squad, is he?' said the alchemist.
'He'll come round in a minute,' said Cuddy. 'It's the saluting. It's too much for him. You know trolls.'
Sendivoge shrugged and stared at the writing.
'Looks . . . familiar,' he said. 'Seen it somewhere before. Here . . . you're a dwarf, aren't you?'
'It's the nose, isn't it?' said Cuddy. 'It always gives—''I could make a hat out of it,' said Sendivoge, 'or a string of dollies, if I could get some scissors—''What my . . . colleague means, sir, is can you help us in our inquiries in re the writing on this alleged piece of paper here?' said Cuddy. 'That bloody hurt!'Sendivoge peered at him.'Are you Watchmen?' he said.'I'm Lance-Constable Cuddy and this,' said Cuddy, gesturing upwards, 'is Lance-trying-to-be-Constable Detritus – don't salu-oh . . .'There was a thump, and Detritus slumped