User blog:Locke Flinnt/WWYD-Wyvern, or nurse Billhelmina

Seeing we're really screwed, I put myself in charge of saving ourselves. "You, -I point at Bill while smearing his face with flour, his cheeks and lips with a slice of beet, -get the eggs outa furnace and keep the hatchlings busy." Sim and Jo wrap a towel around my head and over my mouth, put on the white apron and the white tablecloth like a coat over my shoulders, I put on the rubber kitchen gloves and take the first hatchling, hurrying to intercept the angry parents at the doorstep. "Mr. ***", I mumble something, seek a couple looking like the baby in my hands, finally spot them. "Sir, ma'am, congratulations, it's a girl, 8 pounds, 20 inches!", I hand the newborn over to the dumbfounded couple."The labour went on smoothly...", I tell them, looking at Billy-the drag queen emerging from the kitchen, "Right, nurse Billhelmina?". As the parents are about to ask something, Jonah yells, "Dr. Flinnt - to the operating room, Dr. Simone requires your assistance. Another baby under way!". "Consult your family witch doctor today and sign up for vaccination,I order them sternly, -Now, if you'll excuse me, we have a baby to deliver! Nurse,- I kick Billy in the rear,- follow me! Parents, please remain in the waiting hall!', We rush back inside...