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Prologue
What does a human do when his skin ends up pregnant with a yellow ball inside his Minecraft world? Not much, because it's just a video game.
But what does a human do when that pregnancy follows him into the real world?
Obviously scream, throw his computer in the trash, open a tub of ice cream and start eating it to drown the sorrows of soon experiencing pregnancy and, in the future, fatherhood... or in this case, motherhood?
At least he'll have the help of his best friend Twixxel... well, if he manages to gather the strength to tell him that he had a fling with the monster that killed him in Minecraft.
What worries him is that the father of the child finds out in some paranormal way that he got him pregnant and tries to come into the real world to have them both.
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"So... are you going to ask Verity for child support or...?" Mob looked at his friend, confused. "How the hell am I supposed to ask an AI for child support, you dumbass?! Are you missing brain cells, Twixxel?"
"Calm down, calm down. Damn, the pregnancy is really hitting you hard. Are we already starting with the mood swings?" Twixxel took a sip of the milkshake Mob had made for him.
"Ha, ha, ha... very funny, Twixxel..." he said, hoping the sarcasm was obvious. "Just finish your milkshake."
"It's really good. You're definitely learning to cook well. At least being pregnant has served some purpose." He felt a pillow hit his face — it had been thrown by the pregnant Mob, indignant at what his best friend had said.