"Please let me on the Cheerios, Ms. Sylvester, I have to do something to keep my popularity!" Sam groveled.
"On one condition, Hoover, I get to give you a makeover," looking as if Christmas had come early.
"Fine," Sam said through gritted teeth.
"Well, the first thing that will go is your horrid wardrobe. You will wear your Cheerios uniform every day, but you've lucked out, the red in the uniform is the exact color of your lips, which look like the spawn of Angelina Jolie's lips and an air pump."
Sue shoved the uniform bag at Sam and Sam trudged off to the nearest bathroom to change.
"The things I do for my popularity," Sam said, sighing.