I'll be glad when this is all over. It feels like I'm trying to pass a bowling ball out of my cloacaaaaawww!!

[The contractions started anew, squeezing out a crow from the over grown bird. While Stolas might not be known for his physical strength, Blitzø still might be regretting his decision to hold the owl's hand as he clenched down on the imp's claws trying to make good on the hand breaking. The labor pains were getting stronger and closer together. Surely he was close, right? He didn't know how much more he had in the tank.]

Good, good, that was a great push. I can see the egg coming. You're almost there, sire.

[Stolas' body unclenched as the pain washed away, and he flopped back again, breathless.]

Oh Satan... How much more? I want my old body back.