Miss Mantis clicked across the room and crawled onto the tree trunk that served as her desk. “So,” she said, “who are we going to the dance hop tomorrow night?”
After a pause for translation, all the girls raised their hands.
“It is time”—Miss Mantis tented her forelegs—“for you ladies to see the sex viz.”
There was much unladylike excitement.
Hissssssssssssssss, her spiracles at full blast, brought about order.
“It is not for giggling,” Miss Mantis said.
From Go, Mutants, p. 56