“Owen, where’s my bra?” Gwen stormed up from the locker room.
“How should I know?”
“What’s up?” asked Tosh.
“I got blood on my blouse and bra from that weevil victim, so I rinsed them under the shower and hung them to dry, but now my bra’s missing!”
“Sorry, Gwen,” Jack said, “I had to borrow it to save lives.”
Jack opened his shirt to reveal he was wearing Gwen’s bra, two small creatures nestling in each cup against his chest.
“They need body heat to survive; this seemed like the best way.”
Gwen’s anger vanished.