Oh come on. You sit in here with this pack of fools pretending to care about a woman in there who’s giving birth for christsakes, asking me something like that. None of your damn business and when the end comes after a sudden at the moment though lingering labor it’s all diet and quiet and on your merry way out the damn door with the rest of the screaming bastards. And to look at me like that up and down like that and ask me a question like that like its your business. Oh big man. Well go fill your unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, you jackass, I hope you get struck by lightning. I have a letter to write.