After Reproducing in a Bed with an Armadillo in It

The man and the woman were lying naked in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. They were clasping hands. An armadillo sat on the bed, between their heads.

They had just reproduced.

"That was wonderful," said the woman.

"Yes." said the man.

"I love you very much" said the woman.

"I'm sweaty," said the man.

"Say something romantic!" ordered the woman.

"You have a belly button," said the man.

They became silent.

The woman farted.

"You farted," observed the man.

"I agree." said the woman.

They sat in silence again.

Then, a surgeon ran in to the room. He walked up to the nude man who was lying in bed. The surgeon cut open the man's chest, pulled out one of the man's lungs, drew a smile on it with a permanent marker, then put the lung back in to the man's chest. Then, the surgeon ran to the window and leapt out of it.

"He jumped out the window!" observed the woman.

"I wonder what it will sound like when he lands," said the man.

"He drew a smile on your lung," said the woman.

"Yes," said the man, "And this is a hotel."

"There's an armadillo between our heads."

"Yes. It came with the room. For free."

They sat in silence. The armadillo gazed dolefully from one to the other.

"It would be weird to give birth to an armadillo." said the woman.

"It certainly would," said the man, "It would also be weird to have a giraffe climb up your rectum."

"What if you gave birth to an armadillo WHILE a giraffe climbed up your rectum?"

The man considered this. "Indeed." was all he said.

They sat in silence again.

"I still love you" said the woman.

"I'm still sweaty." said the man.