She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.
Christopher Moore. . . And so Charlie Asher . . . led an army of fourteen-inch-tall bundles of animal bits, armed with everything from knitting needles to a spork, into the storm sewers of San Fransciso.
Christopher Moore. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, Iโm okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, itโs unsettling.
Christopher Moore