Pheromone Grenade: From Nikki Little's "Not American McGee's Alice" Chapter 25
The first row of Bible thumpers appeared over the rise. The din from the thumping Bibles was deafening. There must have been fifty of them in that first row. I suspected that Mr. Reed's estimate of one thousand of them might be uncomfortably accurate. I curled my pitching arm behind my back to throw the pheromone grenade when Cheshire suddenly interjected.
"Alice, no! You have to be..."
I heaved the pheromone grenade as far as I could into the advancing columns of Bible thumpers. Cheshire's shoulders slumped. He continued.
"...out of sight."
I looked at Cheshire. "What do you mean I have to be out of sight?"
Cheshire leaped up onto my shouders and grabbed my head between his paws turning my head directly toward the Bible thumpers. They had stopped dead in their tracks as the gas from the pheromone grenade spread out all along the ground among them high enough to breathe.
One after another the Bible thumpers popped up erections like those Peruvian dick dolls that so amused the tourists. I noticed that the Bible thumpers were all looking at me quite strangely. I turned to Cheshire.
"Puss, why are those Bible thumpers all looking at me like that? Aren't they all supposed to be humping each other right now?"
Cheshire let out an enormous sigh - the kind of sigh that he always let out when I had just done something stupid.
"You're supposed to throw the pheromone grenade from an out-of-sight location. The intended male victims will only hump each other if there are no females in sight. There is a female in sight. There is only one female in sight."
I looked at all those freshly popped erections.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck!"
Cheshire eyed me with an air of pity.
"If a thousand Bible thumpers were about to dart up my dress, I'd run!"