A Conversation Between Unborn Twins:
- Month 1
- *NOTHING YET!*
- “Hey, you’re the thing that got split from my thing….”
- “Yep! That was our chromosomes splitting, since we are identical twins”
- “La-la-la…I can’t hear you…*mumbling*(think you’re so smart….jdfghjgfkj)*
- “That’s because you don’t have ears yet.”
- “AHHHHH!!! SHUT UP!! You have no mouth, so stop talking!!!”
- Month 2
- “Now I have a brain, which actually gives me a reason to be smart! HAH!!”
- “Awww man…now I have a heart, which will make me feel bad if I was to “”accidentally”” kill you.”
- “Don’t make me use my tail!”
- Month 3
- “Ewwww….what is that horrible smell?!…it smells like New York!”
- “How’d you know what New York smells like?…You’re not born yet, remember….!”
- “I have a butt now. And you know what I hate most?”
- “What”
- “Since I finally grew some ears, I actually have to listen to you…, And I can’t even use my tail anymore, seems like the older I get, the smarter I have to be (to figure out how to torture you so, you will shut up).”
- Month 4
- “Is that a frown I see?”
- “How’d you know…what’d you do grow some physic power or something?”
- “No, your facial muscles grew in.”
- “Ugh…more of your smartness?”
- “It’s called intelligence, and remember, I grew a brain about 2 months ago.”
- “I would smack you, but I don’t have any arms, I can’t move, and I can’t see, even though I have eyes.”
- “I’ve been dying to know, are you a boy or a girl? Cause it would feel weird if you were a guy, and since I’m a guy, and we are scrunched in this little space, so close together….ewww…”
- “Judging by my intelligence, I am definitely a girl, but you have a very sick mind, typical boy…uh!”
- “Very stereotypical, for a smart person!”
- Month 5
- “I’m finally getting bigger, thank God, Buddha, Jesus, and all those other holy peoples, that I finally grew arms and legs, now I can smack you every time you use big words against me.”
- “Why so many deities? And just an FYI, you can’t move yet.”
- “First of all what is a deity? And WHY YOU LITTLE!!!”
- “All those “”holy peoples””.”
- “Oh, I don’t know what religion I am yet, so I may as well thank ‘em all.”
- “Hey, you’re fat now…haha.”
- “So are you, so SILENCIO!”
- Month 6
- “Yay, I got fur on my head!”
- “It’s called hair, moron.”
- “Ouch! What was that?”
- “Finally I can hurt you with my hands instead of just words!”
- “Meaning we can move?”
- “Yep.”
- “Ow!”
- “Revenge is sweet!”
- Month 7
- “Still getting fatter!!”
- “Don’t worry, by the time we start walking, we’ll be crazy enough o get rid off it.”
- “I have more hair than you!”
- “Not for Long!”
- Month 8
- “Hey watch out, your fat is getting in the way of my growing area! Fatty.”
- “Hey you are fat too, so shut up.”
- “Such harsh language, just wait until I cry to mom.”
- “We still got a month to go, so you can’t cry to her yet! Looser!”
- Month 9
- “What do ya know, my bones are growing.”
- “Bones?”
- “The hard stuff in your body. Moron.”
- “Oh.”
- “I can see again!”
- Month 10
- “The mucous plug is gone…time to go!”
- “YAY!!!”
Birth:
“Look how filthy…dirty you are.”
“So, we were just born, enjoy the moment, it only happens once.”
“SPANK TIME!! I’ve waited all my life for this!”
“What is this, all your life thing?”
“Doesn’t matter. SPANK TIME!!!”
