The new girl took a deep breath, smoothed out her skirt, adjusted her glasses and entered the lab. A dude with a goofy smile was like, “What are you doing in the lab?” and the new girl was like, “Oh, I, um, er…” and Goofy Smile was like, “It’s cool, sister, you can tell me,” and the new girl was suddenly, like, super calm, because the guy was so nice, and she started to answer, but a song came out.
“I need some help, because I lost my keys,” she sang. Goofy Smile didn’t blink. “You,” he said, “are a-dork-able.” The new girl blushed, and her cheeks turned the color of a New England sunset. Suddenly a shirtless dude came in and was like, “Bones! Where’s my shirt?” and he was followed by a girl who looked sorta like the new girl but taller and kinda meaner looking.
The new girl stared at the shirtless guy and sang, “Maybe your shirt is with my keys,” and the Mean Version of the New Girl frowned, which made her mouth look like a kind of angry padlock, and was like, “What are you doing in my lab?”