She opened her purse and pulled out a small metallic object "A
little while ago you asked me what a _snoll doper_ was," she said.
"Unfortunately interstellar law severely limits us in our choice of
marriageable males, and we can take only those who refuse to conform
to the sexual mores of their own societies." She did something to the
object that caused it to extend itself into a long, tubular affair.
"_This_ is a _snoll doper_."
She prodded his ribs. "March," she said.
He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for
a better look at the object pressed against his back.
It bore a striking resemblance to a shotgun.