Andrew screwed up. He was not supposed to sleep with his boss. But here he was. He had slept with his boss Andross. And that was bad, because Andross was his uncle.
"Uncle Andross," Andrew cried. "I think I am pregnant."
"Marvelous!" Uncle Andross bellowed. "Now I shall at last have an heir to my throne!"
Andross motioned with his disembodied hands and swayed his sexy, disembodied head to and fro.
"Oh Uncle," Andrew cried, wiping his tears. "I suppose it is a happy day after all. I did not realize that you loved your nephew so. I will gladly birth all of your heirs!"
Meanwhile, Star Fox was flying on his ship. His friends, namely Falco, Slippy and Peppy were following him around.
"We must save Lylat!" Star Fox cried. "From Andross!"
"From Andross!" his comrade Slippy echoed.
"Yes comrades!" Peppy cried. "Down with the capitalist swine!"
"But Andross is an ape," Slippy commented.
"Shut your trap, comrade," Falco retorted.
"Wait, why do we have to beat Andross again?" Slippy said.
"Because he is a capitalist swine," Peppy said.
"Because he has removed all of the cake," Star Fox said. "There is no more cake!"
"CAKE," the sad voice of Krystal bemoaned over the speakers on the Arwing intercomm. and also on national Cornerian television.
"How does it feel like to not have cake?" the reporter asked the large, voluptuous cake-loving vixen.
"NOT GOOD," Krystal cried, tears streaming down her cakeless eyes and muzzle. "KRYSTAL NOT GOOD WHEN NO CAKE."
"Never fear," the reporter cried, as the camera panned to a generic CSI-generated clip of spaceships flying into the sky. "Star Fox will save the day! And return the cake to our one and only, national cake-loving, wriggling and jiggling Krystal "Kake" McCloud!"
Meanwhile, Uncle Andross was making out with his beloved and pregnant nephew Andrew.
"I love that I am pregnant with your heir," Nephew Andrew cooed to Uncle Andross."
"I love that you are pregnant with my heir. And that there will no longer be cake!" Andross laughed maniacally.
"What do you mean, no more cake?" Nephew Andross enquired quizzically as Uncle Andross stroked his large pregnant belly.
"Never mind, fool! Just birth my heir!"
To be continued!