"What," asked Mr. Croup, "do you want?"
"What," asked the marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"
"Dead things," suggested Mr. Vandemar. "Extra teeth."
"Still," said Mr. Croup chirpily. "Can't make an omelette without killing a few people."
-Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
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