Uh...?

[olettepwnsj00]

I have some interesting news. Um... I don't know how to tell you this but...

I'm pregnant....

Um... Bakura, I need to speak with you about this.

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[wax_psychotic]

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Why do you need to talk with me about this?

[olettepwnsj00]

Well... you're the father.

[wax_psychotic]

That...isn't even...possible!

[olettepwnsj00]

Well... you see... right after you got drunk, I went to the bar, and you told me you'd show me how to make some ice cream. I... drank some beer, too and well... now I'm pregnant.

[wax_psychotic]

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[wax_psychotic]

I refuse to believe that.

[olettepwnsj00]

It's true... Thats's why I was sick the other day.

[wax_psychotic]

...

Riiiight. And what do you suppose I do about this, hmm? Find us a nice house for us to live in with my non-existent income?

[olettepwnsj00]

You don't need an income. We just take whatever house we see, and loot for baby supplies.

I hope it's a girl. I wanna name her Olette Jr.

[wax_psychotic]

Well, I hope it dies.

[olettepwnsj00]

WHAT?! How can you wish death on your own child?!

[wax_psychotic]

Simple, my dearest Olette. Now watch what I'm about to type very carefully; you might learn a thing or two.

I. Wish. It'd. Die.

See? That isn't so hard.

[olettepwnsj00]

You don't mean that, do you?

[wax_psychotic]

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...come see me sometime?

[olettepwnsj00]

You're not going to hurt the baby... will you?

[wax_psychotic]

...no. I want to ask you something...in person.