Bacon and Eggs
What the fuck, Fred?!”
Freddy flinched and dropped his X-Box controller. “WHAT?!”
He turned to see his diminutive partner storming toward him, small white doo-dad in her hand. He recognized it and his stomach dropped.
“I’m fucking pregnant, that’s what! How the fuck did this happen?!”
“You really are one forgetful bitch, ain’t ya?”
“You really gonna call the bitch you just got pregnant a bitch?”
He pressed his palms together. “What happens in the dream world, happens in the real world,” Freddy explained calmly, as if speaking to a child.
“You couldn’t just pull out?”
Freddy grinned. “You weren’t complaining at the time.”










