She made a broad gesture to her body, to her flat chest, her bony elbows, her wig, of course. "Just this," she said. The high school mean girls once told Sam that she had the sex appeal of a barbecue fork. She'd decided to believe them. Hadn't even kissed a guy until college and that had been her very, very not-into-girls best friend Chad. They'd mostly fooled around just to check the box, as it were.

"And, I mean, have you seen the people the Overlords whoosh in here? Like, ninety percent underwear models. Especially the dudes. Even the bald ones have some kind of sex appeal."

If it weren't for Sam's presence, she'd be halfway convinced that it was a breeding experiment, to create the most beautiful offspring possible.