Astra Has an Itch that Needs Scratching

"I'll just go back to my hut and get that whistle that I made out of a piece of a hollowed out reed, shall I?"

"Not that sort of mushic, you idiot! The sort that we've made about three hundred timesh already since we came to thish island." (That may seem rather a lot. But they had been on the island for well over a year, and it didn't offer much else by way of entertainment.)

"I can't understand why you haven't become pregnant long before now," Belboz remarked. "Or why you've never had sex with me, for that matter. Why don't we put that right while Fred goes looking for his whistle?"

"I might be drunk, but I'm not that drunk."

1. Belboz bursts into tears.
2. "If that's your attitude, then I'll put the other thing right," Belboz retorts angrily. "I'll cast a spell on you that will make you so highly fertile that you're practically guaranteed to get pregnant, and probably with twins."
3. "I have a headache," Fred announces. "If Belboz isn't to your taste, then why don't you take Khrusti into the bushes instead?"

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