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Pheobe had just taken Mike into the other room to tell him the news.

Mike: Pheobe, honey, what's up?

Pheobe: Can we sit down?

Mike: Pheobe what's going on?

Pheobe: Well, I might be kinda pregnant.

Mike: WHAT!?

Pheobe just looks away, scared of what he will say next.

Mike: Pheobe we weren't planning on having a baby for at least a year.

Pheobe: Well I wasn't planning on my mom killing herself when I was fourteen! Things change!

Mike: Alright. So what are we gonna do?

Pheobe: What do you mean what are we gonna do? We're gonna keep it!

Mike: Okay, listen I'm sorry for freaking out about this. I'm just scared of being a father.

Pheobe: I know. It's completely normal to feel that way.

Pheobe takes Mike's hand and the two walk out of the other room, only to find that the rest of the group was leaning up against the door listening.

Chandler: Um, um, we were just playing a game.

Monica: Yeah, a-a game! I WIN!!! HAHAHAHA!

Pheobe: Chandler I know what you guys were doing.

Chandler: Oh, am I THAT bad at lying?

Pheobe: No, but I know that no one in this house is crazy enough to play a game with Monica.

Monica: Hey!

Rachel: Well Mon, she has a point. If you lose you throw things, if you win you start betting things like OUR APARTMENT that you will win again, and when you lose you blame it on other people.

Monica: That is SUCH a lie!

Joey and Ross are just laughing in the backround.

Joey: Yeah, girlfight.

Joey nods his head like he does when he is turned on.

Ross smacks him.

Ross: That is my girlfriend and my sister you're talking about!

Joey: ooh. 0 for 2. C'mon Ross you don't think it's sexy when Rachel and Monica start bitchin?

Ross: Tha-That's not the point!

Joey: Hehe you do!

Ross just gets frustrated with Joey and walks away.

Joey yells after him.

Joey: That's fine! I'll just enjoy this girlfight by myself!

Monica and Rachel stop fighting and glare at Joey.

Joey: Alright I'm leavin, I'm leavin.

Rachel: Speaking of leaving, I gotta work tomorrow, Ross and Emma and I should get back to our apartment. I'm gonna go pack our bags okay?

Monica: Okay I'll drive you home.

Rachel: No it's alright we'll just get a taxi, drive Pheebs and Mike home.

Pheobe: Yeah, but can we stop at the store? I need to make sure I'm pregnant so I should get a test.

Monica: Sure, just go get your bags packed and meet me down here when you're ready.

Everyone walks up the stairs except Monica, who starts feeding the twins.