My dirty question just hangs in the quiet room.
Instead of getting mad, the doctor—who is literally just a giant eyeball dressed like a white nun—laughs. Her voice echoes right inside my head like a sweet, happy bell.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie," she purrs. "But I lost those kinds of...urges when my body mutated. But hey, if you're into monsters, I highly recommend my coworker."
Right on cue, the heavy curtain at the back of the clinic pushes open. A huge guy steps out into the bright light.
I slowly look up and down his massive body.
"Does he wear thigh-high socks, too?" I ask with a straight face.
The nun giggles, her soft blue feathers rustling.
The new doctor stops. Where a human head should be, there's just a glowing, neon-yellow biohazard sign floating over his neck. It is totally
