"Yeah, them. They got voodoo poisons here that can do stuff to your CNS that I wouldn’t do to a Pentagon Chief of Staff! They ship those mad doctors in, high bio-techies, and kind of crossbreed ’em with those old blowfish-poison zombie masters, and they come out mean as a junkyard dog!" She passed Laura a glass of juice. "If I was in Singapore right now, I’d be burnin’ joss!"