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Transling-a-tron,’ she growled. ‘Think there’s a bug in it.’
    Jake was now smacked in the gob by a third apparition.
    And that’s Lati.
This one he took in from the top down.
Lati Dohdidohdoh.
An untamed mop of hair as red as the dust of Mars. Widely spaced grey eyes smudged top and bottom with kohl. The kind of girl referred to in Jake’s circles, with deference and awe, as a grunge queen. Her body was as curvaceous as space itself: soft full breasts straining against a short white t-shirt, sexy rounded belly humping out of low-slung jeans, big, luscious arse. Standard green skin and antennae. Encircling the waist of her jeans was a belt that appeared to be woven of the very fabric of the night sky, along which planetary fragments vibrated, collided and smashed.
    Jake’s reality systems were crashing fast.
    Why’s the Earthling sitting on the floor, Lati wondered. Baby shrugged, reached down, grabbed Jakeby the hand and hauled him to his feet.
    Jesus! The girl was strong as a mallee bull. What’s more, the touch of her hand was literally electrifying. Jake felt the hairs on his arms and legs stand on end. She patted the seat next to her.
    What’s your name, Earth boy?
    ‘J-Jake,’ he stuttered. God, this was getting worse and worse. He’d never stuttered before in his life. He wanted to press rewind and start again. What was this movie anyway?
    ‘He speaks,’ noted Doll, not overly impressed.
    Latidohdidohdoh, Latidohdidohdoh. The syllables rocked and rolled in the vertiginous funride of his mind. Of course! The Ed Kuepper song! ‘Just sing Ladidodidohdoh’. And Doll Parts—the Courtney Love hit, of course. As for Baby Baby…Doh! Did he feel dumb.
    ‘Well, well, I suppose I should give him
some
credit,’ conceded Doll. ‘He’s not exactly quick. But he got there in the end. I was beginning to worry.’
    Her eyes fell upon Lati’s waist. ‘Lati, you bitch! That’s my asteroid belt. I’ve been looking for it since we got to this galaxy and you know it.’
    ‘You said I could borrow it,’ Lati defended. ‘Besides, you’ve got all my rings of Saturn.’
    ‘You could’ve asked,’ Doll sulked. ‘I want it back. And’—she pointed to the boots on Lati’s feet—‘my Moc, Doc,
thingos
as well.’
    ‘Take ‘em back then.’ Putting her hands on her waist, Lati raised her eyebrows and threw Doll a look so cheeky it could’ve been Mama Cass’s arse. Doll stomped over to where Lati stood. She looked her straight in the eye. Keeping her gaze steady, Doll reached down, undid the belt, snaked it out through the loops, and tossed itto the floor. The corners of Lati’s mouth curled up ever so slightly. Doll knelt down on one knee with firm, deliberate movements, untied the laces of Lati’s Docs and loosened the tops. With an upward wave of her palm, she indicated for Lati to lift one foot, then the other. Jerking the boots off, she tossed them aside as well. Doll now hooked a finger in Lati’s waistband and pulled till her stomach was flush against her lips. Lati’s mouth twitched. Doll licked and sucked Lati’s stomach, which Jake suddenly noticed,
had no navel.
Queasy-o-rama.
    That was nothing compared to what Jake saw next. He felt like he’d entered some mutant jigsaw world where all the pieces had been put together in the wrong place. His hand flew to his mouth. ‘I think I’m gonna hurl,’ he moaned weakly. ‘Wherezaloo?’
    Doll looked up and the three aliens exchanged mystified glances. ‘Hurl’ was coming up ‘to rush, to dash, to throw, to fling; undecipherable in this context’ through their Transling-a-trons. ‘Wherezaloo’ wasn’t coming up at all.
    The moment passed. Jake swallowed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. Four pairs of curious alien eyes—three humanoid, one animaloid—were fixed upon him. Revor, an incurable romantic with an instinctive empathy for any sort of emotional turmoil, scampered over and, intending to comfort, stuck