<blockquote>The whole thing started when Yertel asked McKay, “If you have had trouble bearing fruit, there are many men in this camp who will be happy to help,” and Rodney said, “What? Oh, no, our fruit supplies are fine—actually, I’m allergic to citrus anyway so I’m bigger on you know, cake,” which turned out to be some sort of near-tacit admission of infertility on P6X-990.
“What the fuck, McKay!” John yelled. “I can’t take you anywhere!”
“How was I supposed to know men—” Rodney stumbled over the words, making a face”—gestated their young! It’s not like it’s my fault! And why do they think I’m the one ‘bearing fruit’ anyway! I’m obviously a pollinator.”</blockquote>
