"Well, gee, let's see..." Marsha begins, sarcasm dripping from her raspy lizard voice, "Be lizard lap dancers or wild animals... oh, gee, tough choice... I'll take the job."
"GOOD. AND YOU, LINDA?"
She looks around from her position on the wall, already enjoying what she can do. "Okay, I'm in. I'm not about to go be an animal if Marsha's not."
"EVEN BETTER. AND WE APOLOGIZE FOR THAT... EMBARRASSING INTIMATE MOMENT YOU SHARED, WE JUST COULDN'T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO KEEP YOU TWO DISTRACTED WHILE WE COLLECTED YOU."
"You mean...?" They ask in unison, Linda hopping down from the wall to sit down next to Marsha.
"WE IMPLANTED THE EROTIC SUGGESTION INTO YOUR MINDS VIA RADIO WAVES. IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN, WE PROMISE."
"Oh... okay." Linda shrugs her shoulders and glances over to Marsha.
"YOUR MALE COMPANIONS WILL ARRIVE SHORTLY WITH SOME CLOTHES FOR YOU, AND YOU WILL BE GIVEN SOME FREE TIME TO YOURSELVES TO TOUR THE ISLAND AND GET ACQUAINTED WITH YOUR NEW MATES."
The voice doesn't say anything for a while, and the girls come to the realization that he's signed off for now.
"So... we're lizards." Marsha sighs, glancing down at her clawed hands. "This is so wierd."
"Oh, it's not so bad. Linda shrugs her shoulders. "It's really cool crawling on the walls, and flies taste pretty good."
"Oh, you did not eat..."
"I was hungry, sue me." Linda smiles, and it looks very odd to Marsha, considering that her lips are scaly now.
"You are way too accepting."
"Hey, think of it like this. We'll never have to worry about money or the office ever again."