Demyx and Zexion, who was seven months pregnant (with twins!), were both sitting on their bed while Dem strummed his sitar and Zexion had the laptop in front of him. He was on Gaiaonline.

Suddenly, someone appeared in their room. It was none other than Larxene (who was, just like Zexion, seven months along, but with triplets that were fathered by Luxord).

"Hey, Zexion!" She called.

Zexion looked over at Larxene. "Oh, hey Larxene. What's up? Did I do somethin' wrong?"

Larxene gave Zexion a dirty look. "Please, please tell me you weren't relating Marluxia to Beyonce on Gaia."

Demyx looked up from his sitar. "So what if he was, Larxy?"

"You know what I'm gonna do?" Larxene asked.

"No. Hit me in the stomach, probably," Zexion answered.

She muttered something about one of Demyx and Zexion's unborn babies, that Demyx couldn't hear, but Zexion obviously did.

"You wouldn't dare," Zexion told Larxene.

"And I'll rip your uterus out." Larxene smiled.

Zexion scoffed. "What are you talking about? I don't even have a uterus."

Larxene made a noise along the lines of "humph". After that, she smiled. "Fine then. Mind changed. I will not rip your uterus out. I will rip one of the twins out, squeeze it's neck like an infant packet of ketchup, just until it brinks unconscious, wrap it in a large blanket of tinfoil and leave it to bake it the sun."

Demyx's jaw dropped to the floor.

"You are a sick, sick woman. You know that, right?" Zexion snapped.

Larxene grinned. This is exactly what she wanted.

Tears streamed down Zexion's face. "I'm telling Princess Mansex on you!"

Demyx ran out of the room. "Xemmy! Larxene-is-trying-to-kill-one-of-our-BABIES!" Demyx huffed. "Phew. I need to work out more.