>:( It's fast-paced for a reason. I know what I'm doing.

This chapter's a little gorey. Well...not...gorey as much as it has a few gross details. Grow up and get used to it, I say.

"I can't do this!"

"Yes you can," Willy muttered, making sure his goggles were securely fastened to his head as he shuffled into the room, shaking from head to foot. "My dad isn't here, so…you're going to have to…cooperate with me here."

"Willy," Lilly screamed, "I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm getting that a lot lately," Willy said, slipping a pair of rubber gloves on his trembling hands. "It's rather making me feel bad."

Lilly covered her face with her hands and refused to open her eyes. "This is your fault…why did you make me eat that…that STUFF you were going to sell to women who wanted twins!"

Willy froze. "You ate that stuff?"

Lilly threw her pillow at Willy. "Shut up and help me out, here! If you want to be the father of these children, I suggest you get your behind over here!"

Willy hurried over to Lilly and swallowed. "Um…you're doing alright."

Lilly sat up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're doing alright!"

"Mommy?"

Willy and Lilly looked over to the door of the hospital room, and Libby was standing there, looking a little confused. She was tugging her light brown hair and frowning.

Willy looked at Lilly. "Erm…."

"Get her out of here," Lilly said, wincing and laying back on the bed.

Willy shuffled over to Libby and picked her up. "Your mommy's alright, Lovely. She's just…about to kill me."

Libby patted the top of her father's head. "Mommy loves you."

Willy almost scoffed. "I know. Not right now she doesn't."

"WILLY!"

Willy set Libby down outside of the hospital and kissed her on the forehead. Then he hurried back into the room with Lilly.

"Oh god," Willy shrieked, standing two feet away from Lilly. "I can see the head."

Lilly tugged at her own hair. "Stop being stupid and help me!"

"What the heck am I supposed to do, exactly! I can't make this go any faster!"

Lilly reached out and grabbed the front of Willy's shirt. She yanked him down so that they were face-to-face. Her voice was low, yet dangerous."Give me chocolate or someone dies."

Willy nodded vigorously and looked at the intercom thing. "All Oompa-Loompas report to the hospital room with as much chocolate as you can carry. And bring a lot of it." He thought for a minute. "And bring Rum Cubes, too!"

Lilly burst into tears all of a sudden, and Willy rushed back over to her, approaching just as the first of the twins were born.

"This is good," Willy said reassuringly, taking the first baby and cleaning it off, but not before making sure nothing was still attached.

Dozens of Oompa-Loompas appeared in the hospital room, from the glass elevator and not, all with armfuls of chocolate.

Two Oompa-Loompas brought Willy some Rum Cubes.

"Thank you, Jesus!" he cried, taking one and popping it into his mouth.

The doctor Oompa-Loompa went over to help Lilly and another one went over and held her hand and wiped her forehead off with a cloth.

Four minutes later, the last of the twins were born.

Willy had passed out on another hospital bed, having eaten too many Rum Cubes.

The Oompa-Loompa who was comforting Lilly went over to Willy and screamed in his face.

"OH MY GOD!" Willy screeched, sitting up really fast. "What're their names?"

"Twin A and Twin B," Lilly said sarcastically.

Willy raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously though. Luke and Leia. That was a joke, too!"

"You have no idea, do you?"

"Not a clue!"

Willy frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How about…they're fraternal, right?"

"Yes."

Willy thought back for a moment at a time when Willy and Lilly were kids, and they had found two rabbits nesting by Willy's house. They named the rabbits Fire and Water.

"How about Blaze and Brooke?"

Lilly slowly looked up at Willy. "You're dedicating their existence to a pair of rabbits that we found by your house when we were kids?"

"They were Fire and Water. They're different names."

"What happened to our pattern of two double consonants?"

Willy sighed. "You can tell me how to spell the names, how about that?"

"Alright. Blaze…B-L-A-I-S-E. Blaise. Brooke…B-R-O-O-Q-U-E. Brooque."

"Are you serious? Brooque? Spelled like that? Are you nuts?"

"Okay, fine. B-R-O-O-K-E. How about that?"

"That works, Lilly." Willy frowned. "Which one's which?"

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Obviously, the girl is Brooke."

"And the boy?"

"What other names did we pick, Willy?"

"Ah yes. The boy's Blaise. How could you forget what names we picked?"

Lilly smacked him on the head, laughing.

"Hey, Lovely!" Willy called out to the hallway where Libby was. "Come in here and see your brother and sister!"

Libby came skipping into the room, squealing with excitement. "What're the names, Daddy?"

"Blooke and Braise. Erm…Brooke and Blaise."

"Book and Base?"

"Close enough." Willy hoisted Libby onto the bed with her mom and dad and the twins. "See? Aren't they cute?"

Libby kind of stared at Brooke and Blaise for a while. She tilted her head to one side slowly, and then tilted her head to the other side, apparently contemplating their existance.

"I don't like them."

Willy sputtered, and Lilly's jaw dropped. "What?"

"They're not cute. I don't like them."

There was a loud cacophony of groans as the Oompa-Loompas hurriedly made their way out of the room, not wanting to be there at this moment.

"You have no choice, Libby," Lilly said calmly. "They're your brother and sister."

"Put them back."

Lilly looked as if she was going to say something, but Willy grabbed Libby around the waist and held her under one of his arms as he exited the room quickly.

"You don't want to anger your mother, Lovely," Willy said to a giggling Libby. "She can stab a metal bear with her words when she's angry."

"Is that bad?"

Willy stopped walking in the hallway and looked at his daughter. "Do you know how extreme your mom's emotions can become?"

Libby shook her head, picking at a small scab on her hand as she gazed up at her father.

Willy set her down, handed her his walking staff, and lowered the sleeve of his right shoulder, where an ominous-looking bite mark was present right on the crook connecting his neck and his shoulder. "And that hurt a lot."

Libby's eyes widened. "Mommy bit you?"

Willy blinked and suddenly realized what he was showing a two-year-old. "Erm…yeah…she…no…she made an Oompa-Loompa bite me." He grimaced and covered the mark quickly, standing up and taking the staff. "Anyways, she's not pretty when she's being emotional." He looked half embarrassed, half nervous, and he picked Libby up again and held her under his arm. "We shall journey to the chocolate teddy bear."

Libby clapped.

Just a bit of nonsense with the names.