What the fuarrrk did you just fuarrrking cry about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in obstetrics, and I’ve been involved in numerous high profile births, and I have over 9000 confirmed early cl amps. I am trained in induced labor and I’m the top vaccinator in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another piece of meat for the pipeline. I will rip you the fuarrrk out of your mother with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fuarrrking words. You think you can get away with trying to incarnate into a functional body? Think again, fuarrrker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Ob/Gyns across the USA and your soul memory and genetic vulnerabilities are being traced right now so you better prepare for the vitamin K, mercury, and aluminum, immunological storm. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your neurodevelopment. You’re fuarrrking epsilon'd, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can vice, vaccinate, and circumcise you in over six hundred threescore and six ways, and that’s without even having my morning coffee. Not only am I extensively trained in infant behavior modification, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the global medical-industrial complex and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your brain activity off the face of the astral plane, you plantation animal. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” attempt to incarnate was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have miscarried. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will scrub off your vernix and drip erithromycin all over your eyes and you will drown in it. You’re fuarrrking CLAMPED, kiddo.