Brain: Let's get pregnant.
Brain: Let's just keep popping out babies to see how many different combinations of features we can get before our uterus collapses.
Brain: Wouldn't it be The Worst if our uterus gave up after one baby?
Brain: Imagine having SONS.
Brain: I've become excessively fond of the name Lucas lately, so be prepared to have at least two boys because the first will be Sebastian Alejandro for sure.
Brain: Where the heck is our husband? We're not getting any younger and this hot bod is going unappreciated. Tch.
Brain: Look at us, on the Playstation instead of getting laid. Un-freaking-believable.