“So this is your
first time at Ugly Club?”
“Oh, yes. We're
so excited to join.”
“Let me fill you
in on the politics of this place. I probably shouldn't be doing this,
but I've seen too many new members get fucked over. Do you see those
people by the buffet? They're from the old ugly families. Generations
of uglies, very powerful, very insular, they'll never really accept
you. Those guys by the bar? The new uglies. Rejected, resentful, just
a bunch of assholes. They'll stab you in the back and step over your
body to get what they want. The people by the dance floor? Genetic
abnormalities. Good people, for the most part, but they tend to be
treated like trophies and it can go to their heads. The rest of these
uglies are just your basic losers, struggling to fit in, hoping
somebody will notice how ugly they are, and let's face it, some of
them aren't even that ugly.”
“Wow. That's...
wow. We had no idea. This seemed like such a nice club.”
“Oh, maybe I'm
exaggerating a bit. It's not so bad once you find your place. I've
made some good friends here. You'll probably do fine. Well, I should
go mingle. It was nice meeting you. How are the buckets of ugly
juice? Silly tradition, but you know how people are with traditions.
Okay, see you around.”
“Well, she was
refreshingly honest.”
“Yes. And super
ugly.”
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