You were one of Immortan Joe’s breeders. Now, you were trying your best to deliver the baby in your belly.

Over your groans and whimpers of pain, Joe’s mind was racing. His blue eyes never left you as he stood, stoic and quiet, watching his breeder give birth. His two sons, Scrotus and Rictus stood behind him, waiting and watching silently.

Joe eagerly awaited this baby, desperate for a healthy boy, perfect in every way. A full life. Something he craved with every fiber of his being.