"Push! Push! Thou must push with all thy might!" Ewdard and Jackobub chanted in unison as they cheered Beulah Swain on giving birth to that child which they conceived at the end of the previous story.

"I am pushing with all mine might!" Beulah Swain said.

"Ewdard, Jackobub, I think you two should sit in the waiting room," said Charlisle, ushering them out.

So Ewdard and Jackobub were forced to wait in the waiting room while Esme sat quietly reading Mad Magazine.

"Jackobub," said Ewdard, turning to Jackobub, "would you like to engage in some sexual intercourse in the bathroom?"

"I would love to, Ewdard," said Jackobub, and they headed off to the men's room to engage in sexual intercourse.

Seconds later, Charlisle emerged, holding a small bundle and shaking slightly.

"Esme," he said, "where is Ewdard and Jackobub?"

"I believe they went into the washroom to engage in some sexual intercourse," she did say in reply.

"I should have known…" said Charlisle, shaking his head. "Ewdard, Jackobub, get out here immediately, you idiots!"

"Not just yet," Called Ewdard from within.

"No, NOW!" insisted Charlisle, "This is important!"

"Fine…" said Ewdard and Jackobub from within, who shortly emerged, only partly dressed.

"What is it, Charlisle?" the pair asked of him in unison.

"This is the child," said Charlisle, "whom I have taken the liberty of naming Rennessme."

"I wonder which of us the father is?" asked Ewdard and Jackobub in unison.

"We can worry about that later," said Charlisle, voice sinking somewhat. "I'm afraid that Beulah Swain did not make it."

"What is that that you are attempting to imply, Charlisle?" the two asked him in unison.

"Beulah Swain is dead," said Charlisle, remembering that Ewdard and Jackobub were incapable of comprehending anything not stated directly.

"She is!?" the two exclaimed in unison.