Drubbins thudded along behind as the raindrops plinked down on his head. He reached over and held one massive hand over his companions head, so as to shield him from the rain. Smart blokes doing smart thinking on his behalf deserved it. He'd have just started looking around for a dog. He didn't know where anyplace in the city was. This was the benefit of hanging around with someone who could think good, they were full of ideas.

"Yeah. More den a bug, and dats more arms den anyfing needs. I get by wifout dat many."

Then he started whistling. He wasn't very good at it on account of his large underbite, but the guy that taught him hadn't had any lips. He knew that dogs liked whistling.