but was interrupted by Sam91's accusation. 'Mr H, you did not tell me about your ranch!'
'Oh', said Mr H, 'I must have confused you with someone else, which is strange, as I must have been blind, deaf and stupid to do so.'
'I want to know about your ranch,' insisted Sam91. 'Don't stall.'
'Well,' said Mr H to Sam91, 'Have you ever wondered whether our friend is troubled by something similar to the insidious, yet-strangely-delicious, Rocky Mountain Oyster?''
Sam91 shook her head. 'Rocky Mountain Oyster. I've never heard of it. What's that?'
'Well, back where I come from, our bulls were troubled for years by these strange creatures. The males seemed to get infected with Rocky Mountain Oysters before birth, but the ill effects of the oysters really started taking effect around puberty, when the bulls started becoming rowdy, aggressive, unsympathetic to cows and generally very difficult to deal with. You can imagine what difficulty a raging bull can cause a cowboy like me.'
Sam91 looked at the partly-intolerable-but-pretty-boy-faced cowboy and nodded. She could imagine what difficulty a raging cow could cause a cowboy like Mr H, let alone a raging bull.
'How did you know the males were infected?' LaSorcia asked.
'You could tell', explained the cowboy. 'The oysters would burrow their way just below the bull's skin, but grow larger and larger with age, where they became more and more noticable as being present, as the skin burrowed into would dangle beneath the bull with the weight of the oysters. The larger the oysters got, the crazier the poor bulls were driven.'
Sam91 nodded understandingly. Doctor Sphinx scowled at the potential interruption to his scheme.
'And females didn't get infected?' asked Sam91.
Mr H shook his head.
'Couldn't you cure them?', ask Sam91. 'I think if I had a bull as one of my patients, I would simply use a scalpel to gain access to these parasites, and remove them one by one.'
Mr H beamed. 'I think you would make an excellent cow-girl, Sam91, because that suggestion is very similar to the one someone finally tried. Probably someone smart, clever and pretty like you.'
Sam91 blinked at the unexpected compliment. She was used to being called smart and clever, but pretty was a new one. She was about to scold Mr H for his lack of propriety, when she saw the dark scowl of the doctor, and decided to play along and smile instead.
'Anyway,' continued Mr H, 'removing Rocky Mountain Oysters from a bull before he reached puberty worked so well, that pretty soon, everyone was doing it. It was good for the bone structure of the meat, it was good for the bull's behaviour...'
'Are bulls used for anything but meat?' asked Sam91.
'Sadly, no,' explained the cowboy. 'Like most species, the male is the most useless of the genders. The cows will produce young, give milk, and generally do all the work around the farm, without being in the least bit nasty. They even look prettier. The only use of the bull is to give meat, and even this they couldn't do politely - until we discovered the secret of de-oystering'.
'I guess at least they give meat,' noted Sam91. 'Male humans don't even do that.'
'Well, with the discovery of the benefits of de-oystering', continued Mr H enthusiastically, pretty soon, the whole land was filling up with Rocky Mountain Oysters.'
'Ewww. I bet it was horrible,' commented Sam91. 'All those parasites around.'
'At first yes. But then someone else had an idea. He or she tried to cook these Rocky Mountain Oysters, and they were delicious!'
'Hooray!' said Sam91. 'So now bulls can serve two purposes, almost as many as the cows have had all along.'
'That's right,' said Mr H. 'Like in man, the female role is still more important, but at least with cows, the males are trying to be useful.'
'If only we could find some way to make men more useful like that', sighed Sam91.
Mr H nodded understandingly. 'It must be very difficult being a woman', he acknowledged sympathetically.
'Yes,' agreed Sam91. 'Especially when so many men are so obnoxious. Does the bull behaviour really change much after the oysters are removed?'
'Oh yes', explained the cowboy. 'The bulls become less rowdy, less aggressive, and like to do what they're told. We consider a de-oystered bull so different from an oyster-afflicted bull, that we call them by different names. A de-oystered bull is called a steer, because you can easily drive it wherever you want.'
'Well, that's interesting.' answered Sam91. 'And you wonder whether our friend Doctor Sphinx has a similar ailment to what your bulls had, with these Rocky Mountain Oysters?' asked Sam91.
'Very much so,' explained the cowboy. 'He is showing the classic signs - rowdiness, aggression, lack of sympathy to lady-folk, particularly yourself, male chauvinism...'
'Yes!' exclaimed Sam91 excitedly. 'Even I've noticed his male chauvinism, by his arguments against Deborah being Israel's leader on another thread. I know males aren't as smart as females, but I'm sure even he could get this if he tried. I really think he is suffering from these oyster parasites!'
'Now wait a minute!' interrupted the Doctor worriedly. 'I may be a jerk from time to time, but I don't suffer from Rocky Mountain Oysters or anything similar.'
'Doctor!' scolded Sam91 firmly. 'Last I checked, I am the surgeon, Mr H clearly has expertise in this field, and you, without shadow of a doubt, are a chauvinist. Please don't let male pride impede the advancement of scientific progress... or the advancement of women', she added smugly. 'Is there any way we can confirm the diagnosis?' added Sam91 to Mr H.
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour on this occasion, the doctor finally beat a hasty retreat.
'I think perhaps it would be helpful if you could see how we resolve this problem first hand,' explained Mr H first. 'We're always having a Rocky Mountain Oyster festival or two in my home town. I'm sure you could learn a thing or two.'
'I'm sure I probably could teach you a thing or two, also', added Sam91, already dreaming of a design for an automated cure for Rocky Mountain Oysters.
'So that's a yes?' asked Mr H.
'Yes,' exclaimed Sam91 definitively. 'We really need to cure the doctor's chauvinism, and if nothing else, I'm sure I'll have a ball at the festival.'
'I'll be disappointed if we travel all that way and you only have one,' answered Mr H.