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"Good," the scientist-turned-ballerina replies. "Since you, uh, look a bit older than me, maybe you should drive."
"Like, yeah, I`m a great driver!" you burst out in a bubbleheaded tone.
"Great! Then drive," the scientist commands coldly. You think she looks really cute when she is angry.
You, the scientist, and the policeman-turned-brainless schoolgirl climb into the car. After settling into the driver`s seat, you reach for a pink purse sitting next to you. You open it, pull out some lipstick, and begin applying it while looking at your face in the rearview mirror.
"What are you doing?!" the ballerina scientist shouts, grabbing your arm.
"Hey! I almost got lipstick all over me!" you shout back.
"If you don`t start driving, you`re going to have a lot worse things to worry about than your looks," the scientist growls as menacingly as she can with her cute ballerina face.
"Oh, isn`t she cute?" the schoolgirl giggles, lightly pinching the scientist`s left cheek. The scientist glares at her.
"Okay, I`m done. Let`s go," you say. You put the lipstick away, grab a car key from your purse, and start the engine.
With some difficulty given your current mental state, you follow the scientist`s directions for how to get to the laboratory. The scientist again reminds you that if the three of you do not get there soon, there is no telling how many people across the planet will be affected by the device. You try to process what the scientist is saying, but conflicting thoughts about makeup, clothes, painting toenails, and other girly things make it difficult for you to think coherently. Besides, you wonder, would it really be so bad if everyone was as pretty as you have become?
The scientist directs you to a parking space. You see a sign near the main entrance which reads "Belham Research." The three of you get out of the car. You and the schoolgirl start walking toward the main door, but the scientist grabs you both by the arm and pulls you back.
"Not that way!" she hisses. "We`ll never get through security looking like this. I have a back way in."
"No problem," you say confidently, placing your hands on your boobs and giving them a little jiggle. "These will get us in." You start sashaying toward the main door. The schoolgirl giggles and hurries after you.
"Right," the scientist groans, rolling her eyes.
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