In a clump of trees at the bottom of the hill, an elderly wampyr offered a Marlboro to a huge, naked ape-like creature covered with a tangle of orange fur. It accepted graciously, and they smoked in silence, side by side.
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A once famous comedian, believed to have died in the 1920s, climbed out of his rusty car, and proceeded to remove his clothing: his legs were goat legs, and his tail was short and goatish.

American Gods, Neil Gaiman