We are thirteen. What? Eighteen weeks old. We’re thirty-five weeks old. Boy, are you mixed up. I’m not a boy. We are ten weeks old. Pops the top! We’re as big as avocados. That was week sixteen. Do you like pineapple? Is it a vegetable? I need a nap. Wait a second, I nap, you talk… there is definitely something wrong with your melon. Get it? That’s how big we are. Hey, sissy! Yoo-hoo! Wake up! Your skin is a funny color. Talk! Sissy, c’mon! Stop kicking! No way! We need to bust out of here.
-a.m.opdahl