"I turned the other way and jumped in surprise as I came face to face with a curious creature that looked as if it had escaped from a bad science fiction novel - it was all tentacles and eyes. A smile may have flicked across my face because the creature said in a harsh tone:`What's the problem, never seen a Thraal before?'
I didn't understand; it sounded like a form of CourierBold but I wasn't sure so I said nothing, hoping to brazen it out.
`Hey!' it said. `I'm talking to you, Two-eyes.'
The altercation had attracted another man, who looked like the product of some bizarre genetic experiment gone hopelessly wrong.
`He says he doesn't like you.'
`I'm sorry.'
`I don't like you either,' said the man in a threatening tone, adding, as if I needed proof: `I have the death sentence in seven genres.'"
The Well of Lost Plots
by Jasper Fforde.