[Tucker told jokes. Tucker spoke a second language in sarcasm, and he liked to think of himself as a laughing, charming guy. Currently, there wasn’t any sign of joke in this telling. Yeah. Yeah, he got pregnant. He had a baby. He had the scar to prove it, along with the unamused, flat look he was sporting he right now.]

Um, do I look like a doctor to you? Fuck if I know; I don’t even know the organs I have right now. [Sitting back, he shrugged, arms spread, because--] I said I was Professor Fuck, not Doctor Pregnant People.

[In truth, he wasn’t sure that even Doc knew what organs people had either. Now Dr. Grey? Totally different story, and sometimes he wished that she didn’t know as much as she did. She was scary…]

Dude, I don’t recommend it. That shit is as uncomfortable as hell.