Standing in the doorway was the preppy president wannabe Paige and her partner, Larry, the stringy redhead comedian. They were the only other couple not touting a pregnancy.
"I think we have a solution to this little dilemma." Paige said.
The four stared at them for what felt like the longest time, until Jack spoke up.
"OUT WITH IT!"
Paige strode forward pulling her skirt and underwear down while Larry pulled his own pants down.
"What 'er you youngin's up to?" the woman asked.
"Yeah, what are you do- WOAH!!!!" Colin yelled as Paige knocked him onto the floor and pulled his pants down. He started freaking out as Paige forced his member inside of her, sliding up and down on it.
Larry was going to town on Mary Anne, using her underwhelming boobs as grips while he thrusted into her. It went on for twenty-five minutes until the reserved young woman and the gamer couldn't take the arousal anymore and came in two bloody messes. Their respective rapists came to, as they had jerked off before doing this.
"Taken care of..." Larry said with a snap, "Just like that."
"Before you say anything, you said we needed to make babies, you didn't say who we had to do it with." Paige followed, putting up air quotes with 'make babies'.
Jack and his wife stood agape and dumbfounded at what they just witnessed; these little punks had found a loophole. They couldn't send them to the bimbo pile because they had babies vital to humanity's survival, but they didn't do it with their fate chosen partner.
"Alright fine, but if anyone here asks, you found a loophole in the deal and they can't trade partners." Jack said as he left.
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Colin couldn't believe he let his guard down so easily. Now he was stuck with some uppety snooty bi-
"AHEM!"
Paige's voice snapped him out of it. He wasn't just "a guy who killed bimbos really ,really good", he was now the "First Man" of this banana republic and Paige was determined to have him follow the role to the letter.
"As I was saying, I will be attending to leading our little group, so our child is your responsibility, meaning the cooking, cleaning up after, and education rest on your shoulders, got it?!" Paige barked.
"Yes, dear." Colin said.
"Good. Now go see the old lady! She's holding cooking lessons, and you will not feed our baby processed junk like the Doritos your kind much on without a thought!"
"Very well, Ma'am..." Colin said as he strode off.