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Stuffy's jaw dropped. He looked at the gremlin, then he looked at Gus, and then he looked at the gremlin again. The gremlin just stared at Stuffy, with a "so-you've-never-heard-of-me" look on his wrinkled, rather vinegary brown face. He had a strawberry nose which looked like the moon through a telescope, and his head, with its stubby horns, was as bald as could be. Obviously, he was a very old gremlin.

He was wearing a little red bridge jacket, with a pair of well-cut corduroy trousers to match, and on his head, tilted at as much of an angle as his horns would allow, was a green derby. And of course he had on his shiny black suction boots.

Then he spoke, and his voice was surprisingly deep and hoarse.

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