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Suddenly, out of the toilet bowl, there reared up a human arm. It was clad in some white, diaphanous fabric, almost certainly samite, and in its long, slim hand it held a shiny letter-opener in the shape of a knightly sword. Three times it brandished the letter-opener, slow and solemn, as the hand dryer finished its cycle and fell silent.
"Oh come on," Maurice pleaded, but it was no good. The hand was still there.
- Tom Holt, When It's a Jar, pp.164
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