The three Sams haunt Tory's dreams. They're always there, stacked on each other's shoulders, taunting her with their ridiculous combined height of 15 feet 9 inches. It's against the natural order for Samantha Larusso to be taller than her, let alone three of them at once. A horrifying stack of people, three angry karate rivals all piled on and ready to yeet her across the dojo. Those bambi eyes don't look so innocent when they're death glaring at you. No, those six eyes are omens of doom. SimSomSum must be the long lost name of a demon from hell. One that specifically exists to terrorize Tory Nichols. She can't sleep knowing they're out there somewhere. Waiting for her with their short arms and tiny legs. Craving vengeance. One day Sam³ will come for her, and she will be ready. No, she won't, actually. She definitely fucking won't because she can barely handle one Sam on her own. She will either perish or join the Sam³ to form Optimus Fine, as once prophesied. Only time will tell.