As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple thing went racing along the ridge to my right pursued by a hairless orange-skinned creature with long claws and a forked tail. Both were wailing in different keys.
I nodded. It was just one damned thing after another.

Roger Zelazny (1937-1995) American writer
Trumps of Doom (1985)
Added on 1-Feb-04 | Last updated 1-Feb-04
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