"Traitor!" cried one of the blobs who had surrounded me. "Know you not that the Queen shall die if she does not mate within the next bleem?"
"Uh, no," I said softly. I had no idea what a bleem was OR that the Queen might be near death. I tried to stall for an excuse and said "I wish I could have sex with the Queen."
I REALLY had to start choosing my words more carefully.