Bester slammed his head into the nearest wall repeatedly as he tried to remove the mental image that his partner who was currently dressed as a cat had inadvertently planted five minutes earlier.
If there really was such a thing as brain bleach, he'd by a tanker ship full of it.
He most definitely did not need to be thinking of Garibaldi in that sort of situation, especially in relation to a vacuum cleaner.
He was most definitely having the entire memory of this particular trip wiped as soon as they got back to Mars, and sending Vargas to a lab where she belonged.
"Meow?" Vargas said questioningly as she nudged an empty food bowl towards him.
He blinked in surprise. How the hell had she managed to copy the mental processes of a cat that accurately?