*bounces*

A very pretty boy left the halls. *twirls hair* Can you alive people start dying soon? We're running out of pretty boys. Even the Legoli are leaving. *WEEPS*

AIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!! SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!

I LIVE!!!

*goes elf-hunting*

*puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush*

*pop*

*puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush*

*pop*

*puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush*

*pop*

*pant pant*

Congratulations, me, it's a ...

Um.

*faints*

*sighs*

Really, I don't even notice the cramps anymore, but I think this whole labor process is getting a bit ridiculous.

*knits between contractions*

*taps fingernails on the table*

*CRAMP*

This labor thing is getting old.

*pantpantbreeeathe ... pantpantbreeeathe ... pantpantbreeeathe*

Where's Binky? I need to strangle him for my mental well-being.

It was all so ... so ... beautiful!!! *bawls*

*cramp*

Ow.

*CRAMP*

O.O

OME I'M GOING INTO LABOR!

( SPAWN! )

BINKY!!!

Your son is a MULE. Deal with it.

HAMA!!!

I am VERY VERY PREGNANT.

Massage my feet.

*Walks to the prison area before dawn and stands stiffly just outside of "Hama's" cell, her eyes cold and a frown darkening her features.*

I'd like to see how you're going to make good on your promises now, darling.