Homuhomu! You have to help me figure out who the father of my baby is!
Don't you have... uh... friends? Who might be better at this? Like the other sailor girls?
After I slept with all their boyfriends, they won't talk to me anymore! I'm hurt!
What makes you think I'll be of any help?
You're safe to be around because we won't be trying to jump the
bones of the same guy! After all, you're a butch dyke... OW!!
WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS HIT MY FACE AND NEVER MY STOMACH?!?
If you had a miscarriage, you wouldn't suffer as much.
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