Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did, I would be Fang's little sister. You know, the kind of little sister who would burst into dramatically fake tears, and (if that doesn't work), make Fang give me want I wanted by threatened to tell Max he was gay with Iggy.

…If I really was Fang's little sister, I'd feel kinda sorry for the poor guy….

'Hey Fang!'

'Morning, Angel.'

'So, Fang….'

'…?'

'When are you planning to get Max pregnant?'

'-chokes on water-'

'FANG!!! Fang, are you okay?!'

'…yeah, I'm fine….'

God, if you exist, please don't let her remember her question.

'Fang, answer my question! I'm not gonna forget, no matter what Big G does!'

You suck, God……wait-

'Big G? Angel….'

'Well, everyone always spells God with a capital G, so….'

'Ah…I see….'

'So anyways, Fang, when are you planning to get Max pregnant?'

'Uh, not anytime soon, Angel...'

'Aw….'

'Why?'

'Because me and Iggy and Nudge and Gazzy were gonna bet on whether your baby's gonna be a girl or a boy….'

'Oh…I'm, uh, sorry?'

'So why aren't you gonna get Max pregnant?'

'…Because she would kill me.'

'I don't think she will, Fang, and I'm the mind-reader.'

'….'

WHAT THE HEL- Angel, get out of my mind.

'…Fine, be that way! I'll be in my room when you come to apologize.'

'…uh, okay?'

'See you soon, Fang!'

'…'

'-leaves-'

'-mumble- …Max…pregnant…no creative dismemberment…hmm…..'

[couple minutes later]

'Morning, Fang.'

'Hey Max….'

'Um, Fang? Why is your face red? Do you feel sick or something?'

'No...I don't think we can get sick, actually, being genetically modified and all.'

'…Don't say stuff like that. Whoever arranged my fate and gave me all this stress will give your kids the flu so he can laugh at you and the irony.'

'…Max?'

'…Sorry, the Voice has just been really annoying lately.'

'…Ah.'

'It wants us to invest in beach-front property.'

'….hmm.'

'Shut UP, Voice! He said '…hmm'! That doesn't' mean he agreed! …Wait, what? What's that supposed to mean?!'

'-mumble- my kids….our kids…..'

'God, Voice, do you exist just to stress me out- Whoa, Fang, you sure you're okay? You've gone all red again….'

'I'm…fine. I'll be in my room.'

'Um, alright….'

'-leaves-'

Jeez, Voice, I think one little thought about how Fang would be a good father, and now you're telling me to get married to him in New Hampshire and honeymoon on a Hawaiian beach!

Fine Max, don't listen to me. Just don't get mad when I say 'I told you so.'

…and either way, I'd need parental consent.

Whoa, that was a lot longer than the other one….And I sorta went off topic. Um, oops? Well, Fang got lucky, Angel didn't ask him how he'd get Max pregnant….R&R! (Oh, and if you didn't get the last bit, you apparently can get married underage in New Hampshire if you have parental consent.)

Fang: So……Dr.M…..

Dr. M: Yes, Fang?

Fang: -thinks: Can I steal your daughter's virginity? – Um, nevermind….