by Max Barry

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Region: Lazarus

In Piggy Cliff, an incredulous Dr. Biggenbottom-Tubbius is staring wide-eyed at the Two Tummies, rocking babies in Their lavender nightgowns. "More?" he mmphs. A pause to huff for air, and he sighs. "Well," the wheezy whiffs continue, "you can't say I didn't warn you."

The doctor looks around the nursery, blinking beady eyes. "I guess you could knock out this wall here," he suggests in a string of mmph mmph MMPH mmph. But then, turning again to the Porky Parents of Treadwellia and waddling over to Them, he asks, "Are You sure, Mother?"

Her Maternity gives a snort, passes Sister Tubbius to her Dumpy Daddy, and rubs a hand to each side of her proud paunch. HRM HRM hrm HRM! With this reassurance that She knows exactly how many little ones She is growing, down to the seconds they formed, Her Motherhood gives Her answer.

Mmph mmph MMPH mmph? from the Flabby Father, now giving Sister Tubbius a bottle. The Wondrous Womb of Treadwellia gives a merry, musical laugh, a sly smile, and a repeat, much more emphatically, of last night's response. HRM! "MORE!"

Both doctor and king pale significantly. This is no longer a laughing matter. The doctor waggles a hand to his other side, adding more mmphs. "That wall, too?"