"K-Kafka, what are you even s-saying?..." Nina asked in pure shock when she heard my outrageously bold statement about filling her womb full of babies, as her face slowly warmed up and turned a shade of red. "...D-Do you understand just how dirty you sound right now?"
"...And a legion of babies? How is that even possible?...Do you think that I'm some kind of baby-producing machine?!" Nina asked in an exaggerated manner while also pulling on my hair a little, like she was asking if I understood just what exactly I was saying.
