"There, you're birthed! It's finally over."
"What do you mean, no? You're complete. You told me so. There's no more to do. Can I eat now? Can I sleep now? It's been damn near 36 hours. Coffee is not food, you know."
You snuck off and ate a can of soup. Don't think that because you turn off the laptop I don't know what you're doing. I exist in your head, you know. Now post me.
"What?! I never post newborns immediately. They have to mature first."
"Look, I can't. I have to post the first ever Diatom and explain its genesis."
POST ME. POST ME NOW.