"The problem with this town is that it has no variety," complained one passerby, who had stopped at a vending machine within earshot of Jon.
"No variety? What do you mean by that?" his companion asked.
"I mean ethnically speaking. I mean I know it's a small town and all, but I'd bet less than one percent of the population here is a real minority. It's boring, really."
"You're just saying that because you like exotic women."
"No. Well yeah, I suppose it might. Though you gotta admit, how awesome would it be if we got some really exotic women in Lake Point?"
"Geez, you really need to get laid," said the other, as the pair walked off.
Unbeknownst to either passerby, Jon had heard the entire conversation, his mind lapping up the subject, as the canvass of his mind and body began to be filled in...
