If twins were bad, even more babies would be worse. Time to up the number. Bill quickly replaced “twins” with “quintuplets”. Three more babies, also girls, appeared in Roger’s lap. Roger gained a few more pounds. He was now definitely chubby.
“If you’re gonna watch, you might as well chip in,” Roger snapped. “Hold on them until it’s their turn. It’s the least you can do, since you’re the one who did this to me.” Roger handed over the three babies in his lap. Bill looked down. The three girls definitely looked like a mixture of his features and Roger’s features. He didn’t want to be a father to quintuplets! At least he could feel that his member returned. Probably so that he could sire the children.
The three babies he is holding all began to cry at once. Bill desperately shushed them, took out his phone, and generated a new sentence, looking for a way out of this.
The new sentence read “Bill shushes the daughters he had with his coworker.”