An excerp from Apocalyptic reunion.

Indeed, Larry did know what that meant, in that short time from daylight to night the fungus bats came out. Horrid little creatures that swooped down and bit with a ravenous furry. Their razor sharp teeth dripping with genetic toxins that once introduced into your bloodstream would change your DNA on a molecular level and various bizarre mutations would result. Larry remembered one poor sole that when the infection spread he started growing an extra penis, which might not have been so bad in and of itself for obvious reasons but it had a mouth with teeth and when it was fully developed it devoured his testicles and burrowed into his rectum before he bled to death. Larry was sure he didn’t need to experience that. Celeron and Larry carried the girl to the Impala, he noticed that she seemed very clean for someone living outside like this. Not just clean of dirt and filth but no scars, not a mark on her. It didn’t add up, what was her story he wondered? That would have to wait, Big Homie had cranked over the huge mill as they squeezed into the cramped car. It was packed with all sorts of armament, from automatic weapons to swords. All kinds of electronic surveillance gear were jammed into the small area. Even though the seats had been removed and the roof was much higher than original it was a tight fit for the three of them. Larry kept thinking about the girl in the back, he started to have an erotic dream in which he was floating in a cloudy ethereal space passionately making love to her. The look on his face gave him away and Big Homie noticed and slugged him and said, “Knock that shit off! I don’t want you to have some nocturnal emission and spew shit all over the console."