Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?"Mort thought for a moment."No," he said eventually, "what?"There was silence.Then Albert straightened up and said, "Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve 'em right.
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Albert grunted. “Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?”Mort thought for a moment.”No,” he said eventually, “what?”There was silence.Then Albert straightened up and said, “Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve ’em right.

-Terry Pratchett

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