Prowl quietly cleared his vents. "Adult human females keep approaching me and requesting that I write my name on a piece of paper for them," he told Fanzone.
"Ahhh," the cop replied, knowingly. "It's called an autograph. It's a custom we have. It's... like a souvenir of having met someone you admire, you know?"
"Why would human females admire me?"
Fanzone shrugged. "Maybe they find you attractive."
Prowl frowned. Or rather, he frowned moreso than usual. "I thought that attraction to non-human species was taboo for your kind."
Fanzone gave another shrug. "Chicks dig motorbikes. I guess it's 'cause bikes are like a cross between a horse and a vibrator."
Prowl was still completely baffled. "A vibrator?"
Fanzone explained it to him.
Prowl was too embarrassed to face Fanzone again for the rest of the week.