I own nothing!!! I'm living in a tissue box. Darn it, now it's raining! AGH! My tissue box! It's disintigrated!!!

Babies, Fainting, and Magic 8 Balls

"Jim, I was just about to call you."

"The tests back yet?"

"Yes, though you're not going to like the results."

"Are we going to be alright?"

"Not entire sure yet. We think the device was designed to um…uh…help…people. Sort of."

"Damn it, Bones, just spit it out!"

"Spock's pregnant, Jim."

"WHAT?! What do you mean 'PREGNANT'?!"

"I mean the device made him a woman and he's pregnant!"

"How? I… er…How?"

"Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a magic 8 ball! Ugh, hey, wake up! Rise and shine, Jim. No time for fainting."

"Who's the father?"

"We haven't tested for that yet, but you were the only person in the room with him."

"Wuh…"

"Damn it, Jim! Stop fainting!"