How much of what I do is a conscious self-parody?
Hmm. That is a good question, Tree.
“I’ll be there,” he said. Then, because he had nothing else to do for the next ten minutes, he picked up an orange troll and menaced a slightly smaller green-haired troll with it. “I am the greatest warrior of London Below. Prepare to die,” he said, in a dangerous trollish voice, waggling the orange troll. Then he picked up the green troll, and said, in a smaller trollish voice, “Aha! But first you shall drink the nice cup of tea…”
- Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
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