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I wrote this for
pyro_manical, and she suggested that I put it here, and considering I just read some of the worst mpreg EVER, it seems apt.
Yes, the first hunk of dialogue is SHAMELESSLY ripped from Life of Brian, but it is really all I can think of when I hear of mpreg.
Angel: But you can't have babies.
Spike: Don't you oppress me.
Angel: I'm not oppressing you, Spike. You haven't got a womb! Where's the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?
Spike: *cries*
Fred: Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even Wolfram and Hart, but that he can have the right to have babies.
Wesley: Good idea, Fred. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother. Sister. Sorry.
Fred: Spike, I think I've figured something out. We just have to ask the powers.
Spike: Yay! I can have kids and once again be BETTER THAN ANGEL! Because I CHOSE to have children.
Spike: *gets drunk*
Gunn: *sits down*
Spike: So Angel won't impregnate me.
Gunn: Wesley keeps turning me down.
Spike: Wanna have sympathy sex?
Gunn: Sure.
Spike: I'm pregnant!
Gunn: *goes cold*
Wes: *whimpers*
Nine months later
Spike: Oh, Gunn, we have to make the best life for our child.
Gunn: Yes, we do. Let's name him, "William Bloody Gunn"
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Yes, the first hunk of dialogue is SHAMELESSLY ripped from Life of Brian, but it is really all I can think of when I hear of mpreg.
Angel: But you can't have babies.
Spike: Don't you oppress me.
Angel: I'm not oppressing you, Spike. You haven't got a womb! Where's the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?
Spike: *cries*
Fred: Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even Wolfram and Hart, but that he can have the right to have babies.
Wesley: Good idea, Fred. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother. Sister. Sorry.
Fred: Spike, I think I've figured something out. We just have to ask the powers.
Spike: Yay! I can have kids and once again be BETTER THAN ANGEL! Because I CHOSE to have children.
Spike: *gets drunk*
Gunn: *sits down*
Spike: So Angel won't impregnate me.
Gunn: Wesley keeps turning me down.
Spike: Wanna have sympathy sex?
Gunn: Sure.
Spike: I'm pregnant!
Gunn: *goes cold*
Wes: *whimpers*
Nine months later
Spike: Oh, Gunn, we have to make the best life for our child.
Gunn: Yes, we do. Let's name him, "William Bloody Gunn"