Author Notes: YAY! My "friend" said that it waz, like, totally AWESOME. Yay! Now I won't kill myself.
Catbreath and Dogface trudged down to the galley. Silver was assigning some tasks to his assistant, a young red haired girl (Author Notes: OMG. THAT IS,LIKE, TOTALLY ME!!222 TEXT ME KTHX!!!ONE ONE ONE). Silver turned and raised an eyebrow.
"Whut can I do for yeh?" Smiled the cook, wiping his hands on the front of his apron. His cabin girl poked her head from around his ample belly, curious about the Captain's own protruding stomach.
"I wanted to know if I'm preggers," declared Amelia loudly. Silver approached and stuffed a large thermnometre in her mouth. He pulled it out again and shook it, squinting at it.
"I'm afraid yeh are," said Silver in a solemn voice.
"SHITTING DICK NIPPLES!" Cried Doppler, resting against a table, feeling at a loss for coherant words.
"What am I going to do?" Amelia whimpered, looking at everyone in the room.
"I have a coat hanger!" Grinned the cabin girl, pulling out a rusty hook. Silver glared at her and her smile faded as quickly as it came.
"You can put it up for adoption," suggested Delbert, shrugging his shoulders.
"NO! IT IS MUH BEH BEH!" Amelia rubbed her tummy fondly, which grew twice it's size in just the space of three minutes. "AND YOU MUH BABYDADDY!"
"Your...what?" Doppler raised an eyebrow.
"MUH BABYDADDY!"
"What the fuck is that?"
"...Baby...Daddy."
"Oh. Right."
"Me thinks yeh need yer helmet and wheelchair," smirked Silver and his cabin girl giggled from behind him.
"WHAT AN EXCELLENT IDEA!" Doppler put on an old fashioned hockey helmet and sat in the wheelchair he stole from the infirmary. "DUR DUR DUR!" He drooled.
"UGH! I THINK THE BABY IS COMING!"
"HOLY GOLDFISHES!"
Author Notes: What will, like, happen next? Will Amelia give birth to her baby? OH SHIT I MADE A SPOILER.