“Gee, Dr. Kinsey,” Molly said. “I never knew that dating outside my species could be so dangerous.”

“Dangerous,” the doctor agreed. “And disgusting.”

He smiled indulgently at her, since it was her line.

“Oh,” Molly said. “But what about these eggs in my brain?”

Dr. Kinsey scribbled on a pad of paper. “I’m writing you a prescription for a DDT inhaler. Two sprays, day and night, for ten days, oughtta take care of those buggers.”

From Go, Mutants, p. 60

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