You are FV-0446, and you are still trying to tell your friends what they’re doing is bad! Why won’t they listen?
“Pwease! Citwus am vewy con-foo-sed! She nu knyo wha’ she am tawking 'bout!” You cry out, getting hit with Citrus’s hoof as she continues eating.
“Nu! Eff-vee-sumfing am jus saddies dat nu hab babbehs!” Citrus retorts, kicking you away with her back hooves.
You mean, everyone does look bigger. Maybe they have babies after all? Is it your fault you can’t have babies?
“Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Wai Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks nu hav bay-bees? Wan bay-bees su bad!” You sob, toddling upstairs to cry alone as you bump into your mommy’s special-friend.
“FV-0446, what happened? Are you hurt?” Your mommy’s special-friend asks, picking you up and bringing you into another room.
“Nu… Evewywun hav bay-bees ‘cept fo’ Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks… Wai nu hav inside-baybees?” You whine, as he frowns at you and sighs.
“Well, Bestest Sickie Friends don’t have a… ‘baby-place’ to keep their babies in before they’re big enough to come out. Fluffies do, but Bestest Sickie Friends put their babies in the fluffy’s… ‘inside-place’ instead. Meaning, since you don’t have a ‘baby-place’, you can’t have inside-babies. Plus, eating babies doesn’t get you any babies.” He explains as you nod understandingly, trying to fathom the reality of not having inside-babies.
“Oh-tay. Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks undastan…” You sigh, walking back downstairs to go play.
You are Citrus, and you have tummy-babies! You have so many friends with tummy-babies, too! You even got bigger because of your tummy-babies!
“Tummeh-babbehs! Wub su muchies!” You sing, rocking back and forth on your stomach while eating more kibble that the nice mister gave you.
“Citwus, wan pway… Am bowed…” One of the sickie-friends sigh, as you give them sorry-hoofies in the face for even thinking about playing. Don’t they know that playing hurts tummy-babies?
“Fwiends, pwease wisten. Citwus nu knyo wha’ she am tawking 'bout! 'Ou can nu git bay-bees by num bay-bees!” One of the other sickie-friends walk into the kitchen, crying about how ‘eating babies doesn’t give you babies’. They’ve said this before, and they’re being a big dummy!
You do have tummy-babies! They’re just a big dummy! They’re just mad that they don’t have tummy-babies!