“How low could I go?” he wondered aloud. His finger sweated on the trigger of their transmogrifyer. “Amoeba? Bacteria? A virus?”

“Stop being dramatic, Steve.” She was tired of these scenes.

“How about you, Maureen? Think you’d stop cheating on me if you were an urchin or echidna?” The barrel quaked.

“You really don’t know what’s going on, do you?” she smiled meanly . “You’ve not had sex until you’ve had echidna sex.”