‘I’m supposed to somehow find a name for it. If you have any suggestions …’ ‘Call it Cactus,’ he dryly offered. ‘That’s my title,’ I mumbled, pulling a face. ‘I feel like there can only be so many cacti around at any given time without causing confusion. Nosebreaker and Noisy Death are out of the question for the same reason.’ He laughed. ‘And you’re not in the mood to embrace the good alf tradition of boastful ambition and call it Queenslayer, either?’ ‘I suppose I could, but it’s so …’ I hesitated. ‘So violent.’
