A ring of blood formed along the top of the grease pit, as a woman's screams began to slowly subside.
Amazingly, a miracle had just taken place.
The miracle...of LIFE.
It had only been fifteen minutes ago that she had entered the Arthur Treacher's... And the contractions came on. It wasn't too long after THAT before an almost FERAL instinct kicked in.
She pushed the befuddled staff out of the way as she made her way into the kitchen. Without any hesitation, she climbed into the sauna-sized grease trap and slowly squatted down.
Her face tensed up and beads of sweat poured out of her forehead. She began screaming and grunting, almost primally. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as if she were in some sort of trance.
One last push and it burst forth.
The WEEZIL was born."
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