"egon, i am not ready to have a baby.."

you sigh. tired of going through this topic over and over. you know hes had baby fever for a while now.

"yes you are, i tracked your cycle."

Egon states calmly, looking up from his notepad. its not suprising that hes done something like this.

"for the next thirty-six hours you are as fertile as a manure-covered wheat field"