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You’re grounded! Go to your womb!
Dude’s already there. What’s he supposed to do, crawl back up the oviduct?
(… Oof. I don’t even have those and I’m having sympathy pains for it.)
The mom is an accomplice and getaway driver
The press are calling him “The Umbilical Bandit”
I mean, gloves work, too…
But think of every finger you need to get into the gloves. Pushing a whole Mona Lisa painting in the uterus seems to be the lesser inconvenience.
Later, baby’s first words were: “Look, ma! I want to cut you in on the take, but you gotta help me be sure you won’t squeal when the feds come around.”
