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The Bloodbottler pointed a finger as large as a treetrunk at the BFG. Runty little scumscrewer he shouted. Piffling little swishfiggler Squimpy little bottlewart Prunty little pogswizzler I is now going to search the primroses He grabbed the BFG by the arm. And you is going to help me do it. Us together is going to winkle out this tasteful little human bean he shouted. The BFG had intended to whisk Sophie off the table as soon as he got the chance and hide her behind his back, but now there was no hope of doing this. Sophie peered around the chewedoff end of the enormous snozzcumber, watching the two giants as they moved away down the cave. The Bloodbottler was a gruesome sight. His skin was reddishbrown. There was black hair sprouting on his chest and arms and on his stomach. The hair on his head was long and dark and tangled. His foul face was round and squashylooking. The eyes were tiny black holes. The nose was small and flat.

But the mouth was huge. It spread right across the face almost ear to ear, and it had lips that were like two gigantic purple frankfurters lying one on top of the other. Craggy yellow teeth stuck out between the two purple frankfurter lips, and rivers of spit ran down over the chin. It was not in the least difficult to believe that this ghastly brute ate men, women and every night. The Bloodbottler, still holding the BFG by the arm, was examining the rows and rows of bottles. You and your pibbling bottles he shouted. What is you putting in them Nothing that would interest you, the BFG answered. You is only interested in guzzling human beans. And you is dotty as a dogswoggler cried the Bloodbottler.

Soon the Bloodbottler would be coming back, Sophie told herself, and he was bound to search the tabletop. But she couldnt possibly jump off the table. It was twelve feet high. Shed break a leg. The snozzcumber, although it was as thick as a perambulator, was not going to hide her if the Bloodbottler picked it up. She examined the chewedoff end. It had large seeds in the middle, each one as big as a melon. They were embedded in soft slimy stuff. Taking care to stay out of sight, Sophie reached forward and scooped away half a dozen of these seeds. This left a hole in the middle of the snozzcumber large enough for her to crouch in so long as she rolled herself up into a ball. She crawled into it. It was a wet and slimy hidingplace, but what did that matter if it was going to save her from being eaten. The Bloodbottler and the BFG were coming back towards the table now. The BFG was nearly fainting with fear. Any moment, he was telling himself, Sophie would be discovered and eaten. Suddenly, the Bloodbottler grabbed the halfeaten snozzcumber. The BFG stared at the bare table. Sophie, where is you he thought desperately. You cannot possibly be jumpelling off that high table, so where is you hiding, Sophie So this is the filthing rotsome glubbage you is eating boomed the Bloodbottler, holding up the partly eaten snozzcumber.

You must be cockles to be guzzling such rubbsquash For a moment, the Bloodbottler seemed to have forgotten about his search for Sophie. The BFG decided to lead him further off the track. That is the scrumdiddlyumptious snozzcumber, he said. I is guzzling it gleefully every night and day. Is you never trying a snozzcumber, Bloodbottler Human beans is juicier, the Bloodbottler said. You is talking rommytot, the BFG said, growing braver by the second. He was thinking that if only he could get the Bloodbottler to take one bite of the repulsive vegetable, the sheer foulness of its flavour would send him bellowing out of the cave. I is happy to let you sample it, the BFG went on. But please, when you see how truly glumptious it is, do not be guzzling the whole thing. Leave me a little snitchet for my supper.

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