Interdimensional Traveler

"Fine," she snaps, snatching the remote control away from your hand before you can respond. "You can live in this hell hole where you have to spend your life being uglier than practically everybody else on Earth. I'm going to another dimension."

She presses a combination, and is gone. One of the clones comes up to you. "So, are you going to dance with us, or what?"

You realize that you will never again see your home dimension, that you are stranded forever in this dimension where the majority of the population looks like Britt Irvin.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're gonna love it here!