"Rick, are you really considering this? Impregnating yourself because another version of yourself said that you could not seems like a strange way to decide to become a parent." Bird Person inquired in an unusually concerned voice.

"Pers, y-y-you heard houw he was -urp- mocking me... I...I... I cant let it go. Pers, I cant let me make a fool of myself."

"Doing this just to spite your alternate is making a fool of yourself, Rick. You are not prepared to bring a hatchling into this world. You are barely able to care for your own needs on some days. Rick, you are highly inebriated on more mind altering substances than I can identify. Making this decision in your current state is unwise, and if you begin working to make this possible now you could end up seriously endangering your own health... Rick... are you even listening to me?"

"Nope..."

Knowing there is no point to trying to convince Rick of how, well to put it plainly, idiotic he is being he decided to go to bed for the night and let Rick do whatever he was going to do... wasn't much choice. Rick would always do whatever he was going to do, and not much could stop him. He only hoped that his friend did not do too much damage to himself in the process.

-Next Morning-

"PERS!" a horrifically loud terrified scream came from the guest bedroom. "PERS COME HERE" Bird Person groggily got out of his warm comfortable nest-bed and stumbled down to the room the screams were emanating from.

To his horror what lay behind the door was a naked Rick clutching a bloody wound on his lower abdomen. Luckily the bleeding seemed to be stopped and what was there was mostly dry. When Rick moved his hand a bit he could see that the wound was stitched up, somehow neatly... although he could not comprehend how Rick could have done such a good job in the condition he was in last night.

"Rick, please tell me you did not go through with your idea last night after I left.."

"Pers what the -urp-fucking hell are you t-t-talking about?!"

"We were at a bar last night and ran into an alternate you..."

"Shit this is gonna be bad isnt it... FUCKING HELL"

"Both of you were extremely inebriated and started talking about bio-mechanical engineering and the like." Rick slumped onto the floor, head in his hands... this could not be going to a good place... "The conversation drifted to a movie from your world in which a male became pregnant."

"Oh gawd, Pers please tell me I didn't do what I think you're going to tell me I did..."

"You began to argue with yourself that it would be a simple process to install and use an artificial womb and donor DNA to create an infant that would be indistinguishable from a naturally conceived and carried child." At this point Rick is just trying to not lose it. He is basically a lump on the floor trying to remember what the hell transpired last night, and how far into this stupid plan he actually got. "I made several attempts to stop you Rick, but you know how you get when you are dead set on a plan as well as how you are when highly inebriated. We should get you cleaned up and as sober as possible so we can figure out what exactly you did while blacked out and find the best choice of actions to proceed with."

"Fucking hell Pers... What have I done.."

"Do not worry Rick. We will get through this, just as we have done before."