Look guys,
Sorry to be unexciting or anything but I'm not having a baby named spike. As a child I wanted to be a carpenter and had an unfortunate accident while playing with a nail gun. Now my nail gun, so to speak, shoots blanks. Also, we all know that I lost my genitals (along with my self-worth and my dignity) when I started dating Laura. Besides, if I were to get Laura pregnant through some sort of immaculate conception, I would be the first to shove it in a toaster. Actually I'd probably just punch her in the ovaries before the bastard escaped his fleshy prison. While I'm ranting though, I think James likes boys... I'm glad Al's room is closer to his than mine.
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