Meanwhile, back on Botle IV, Finnegan and Sophia were preparing to leave, and the three women were protesting. Namely by having pushed Selena halfway into the entrance of the hold. They had initially tried to get her all the way in, but the entrance was not large enough so she was stuck, with her upper body inside the cargo hold/crew’s quarters, and her butt and legs and lower belly outside.
Finnegan was just staring, eyes narrowed, at the sight of the expectant mother’s predicament. He could hear her crying out to her enormously swollen friends, “Either get me out of here, or push me farther in. But don’t leave me stuck right in the middle! How the hell am I supposed to get out!”
Bridget yelled back, while having one hand on her hugely pregnant belly, “Well it’s not our fault. We agreed the one with the biggest waistline, or the heaviest, would be the one we put on the ship!”
“YOU TWO AGREED THAT AND THEN PUSHED ME ON HERE! I WOULD