" Hamed cleared his throat loudly, coughing into his short moustache. If he had to sit through a conversation about the dried meats of Transcaucasia, he just might go insane. Or be forced to eat his foot. One or the other. And he liked both his sanity and his feet. "

― P. Djèlí Clark , The Haunting of Tram Car 015 (Dead Djinn Universe, #0.3)