You open your eyes slowly, the door of your cloning vat opening with a neumatic hiss. A stunningly beautiful woman with firey red hair, and a portly balding scientiolook down at you.

Scientist: "I-I'm sorry, madam Shackleton... It came out male..."

Tammy: "Oh, don't worry. I'll keep him. I'm sure I can fix that problem..."

She strokes your cheek tenderly, but her eyes look hungry and a slightly crazed grin is spread across her face.