Ah, you’ve caught me. I am an international consortium of playboys, who have banded together to fight crime anonymously. “Neil Gaiman” is merely an identity we use when necessary to gain entry to underground lairs and casinos.
But I thought the real Neil Gaiman was a hive mind too vast and terrible for meat creatures to contemplate, around which the universe wobbles in dry-mouthed orbit.
Nah, nah. Neil Gaiman is a gang of cats and one species-dysmorphic guinea pig(ze plays the hair) who masquerade as a human. Think; you rarely see them walking…