"Now, which one of you should I choose to sleep with me?" Jon asked aloud.
"Pick me," one of the poster models said.
"No, pick me," another one said. He wasn't sure, but he thought that this one was the one who slapped him backhandedly earlier when he was asking too many questions. When the shrunken people changed into the action figures and posters, he could see them morphing into their new shapes.
"Please, choose me," a third one said.
"Don't pick them. Pick me," a fourth one said. Apparently, there were only four, because there were only four female thugs.
Jon looked at the four supermodels in the posters. "I think I'll pick ... you," he said, pointing at the poster featuring the supermodel with the name of ...
