Had to be the token, now, din't it?"That damn token. It was just an urban legend, right? A myth. A friggin fairy tale. So why did all the guys talk ab...ut it as if it were real? And, how otherwise to explain all those weird happenings? All those classy women with repulsive slugs for boyfriends?Down on his luck, Dave was. Since Marianne had dumped him a year or so back, he'd had a long and lonely dry spell. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It was just plain. "So did your dates bring you here as well," Mosby asked it just a little snippy.Actually no, I hang out at the Cop Out Club in Aster. Some of the regulars know I swing from both sides of the place. One of them suggested I might want to check this place out. So I came over once. I found it to be interesting. It's too far to drive, so I never come here just to drink." So you just come here to troll for chicks," she asked with a giggle."I really come here very seldom. I'm just well known wherever. ” “ Depends on if you want to be bit.” “ The question is where.” She scowls. “I would never damage anything so valuable.” I join her inside and lock the door. Luckily, I'm the kind of guy who always carries a spare condom in his pocket. She smiles. “This bathroom is now officially occupied. Now, if only I could join the club...” I pull her to me and kiss her hard. “You sound way too horny for your own good.” “ It's sure to get me into lots of trouble.” “ Only if you're naughty.” “ Very. I looked at the tissue sample data that someone on the ground had collected from a dead cat before the rest showed up. The DNA analysis confirms it; they’re about the same as the cats on Earth. In fact, the plants we’ve examined are nearly identical, too.”“Which means that the repellents should work on them the same as they would at home,” Roger Evans put in. “The chemicals are natural plant products. They’re just concentrated.”Jaime chewed her lip. “And this will work how, again?”“The.