“You reeeally wanna go this route? I planned this entire Marriage: Impossible mission just so you could have your baby you want so much. You could, theoretically, have as many as you wanted, with the financial part all taken care of. Personally, I don’t even want kids, but there are other reasons.
Do you know what it’s like going through life with parents of different species? No you don’t. You are 100% Gorilla… the ‘master race’ as it were, you’ve never had to deal with being too tall for a chimpanzee and too short for a gorilla. Kids don’t call you ‘mestizo’ which evidently means half-breed. I just can’t bring a child into this world only to force them into dealing with all the unholy monkey-racism there is.” she smiled, yeah she did use the ‘m’ word just to tick Candy off, but she was still kind of pissed about the alcohol.
“I assume Bluster is purebred, so there is a slight chance the child will be gorilla enough that nobody with tease them, but that comes with other complications. Because of the size, it would definitely have to be cesarean, plus it’s just… all the risks go down after you hit 20, then they go back up after, what was it, 35 I think? You’re in the perfect fertile sweet-spot where nothing can go wrong, and I’m still a teenager for almost 2 more years where all the horror stories take place.
Being a well-to-do trophy wife sounds nice, but if I have to risk my life, forget it. You, on the other hand wouldn’t be risking your life. There is one last thing to consider though… we do have 5 years, right? If You can help me ‘accidentally miss’ all my ovulating days for two whole years, all while pretending to try and get pregnant… no, that will never work. Look, just say ‘No’ alright? You obviously don’t want to do it, right? We already each own restaurants, in New Donk! That’s pretty impressive, we’re already higher middle-class, what do we need Bluster for?”