" Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. " Lanky Lizards!" Weetzie exclaimed." Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr." Oh, shit!" Weetzie said." I beg your pardon? Is that your wish? "