Neil Gaiman
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The Marquis sighed. I thought it was just a legend, he said. Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City. Old Bailey nodded, sagely: What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them. A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. It was OK, gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. He had another.

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