"That's understandable. If something like a big job is really crushing your soul, you should give up on it before it makes you give up on yourself. So, I guess it's time for another election?"
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""Well then... Looks like I'll be having my hands full for a while because I hereby announce that I will be running for mayor as well, as a representative of the Wham! party."
"The Wham! party?"
"Or the ABBA party. Haven't decided yet. I'm leaning towards the Wham! party."
"I'd run, but I'm technically an illegal immigrant. Good luck to everyone running, though!"
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!"It'd be worth a shot anyway."
(Delilah falls asleep.)
"Ah, heck. At the moment, both Ford and I already feel like we've won. I'm a mom now."
"And I'm a dad."
(Chey and Ford then hug each other. Garfunkel returns.)
"My sincerest congratulations, Chey and Ford, on your very healthy, seven pound, four ounce baby girl! I examined her before I handed her off. She is perfectly healthy."
"Thank you, Garfunkel, for everything you've done for us today."
"My pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. Prefect!"
(Chey and Ford then look at the others.)
"And thank you, everyone! Thank you so much for everything y'all have done and all the love and support you've given throughout the whole pregnancy."
[Cutbug smiles and gives Chey two thumbs-up
◊.] "If you ever need emotional support, you know who to call!"
[The scene freezes as a caption appears on the bottom of the screen:] NOTE: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CALL THE TROPERS FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT IN REAL LIFE.
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!

"Yes," i say, joining everyone back in Chey's room. "Congrats on the baby, Chey! My good vibes worked!"
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster