Greta: Smirking Look who finally crawled outta their hole! How's losing, loser?
"you fucking bitch!!" I yell. "How could you do this to me?"
Greta lets out a mocking cackle, crossing her arms over her round belly.
Greta: Oh, honey, you sound like a broken record. I'm a Gremlin, remember? We don't play by your rules. Besides, your boyfriend was easy pickings. A weakling, just like you.
I take off my mask revealing that I am a gremlin too.
Greta's smirk falters for a moment, taken aback by your revelation. She crosses her arms, sizing you up. Well, well, look at that. Another freak of nature. What are you doing here, gremlin?
Greta puts her hands on her hips and lets out a mocking laugh. Oh, you want your precious boyfriend back, huh? Well, you'll have to beg for it. She takes a few steps closer, her belly slightly poking through her torn shirt.
Why do you look so... chunky? I say pointing at her belly
Greta's smirk falters slightly as she rubs her swollen belly, a hint of defensiveness in her eyes. Greta: Chunky? Ha! It's called a baby bump, smartass. I'm pregnant, okay?
I look down at you, holding a sledgehammer. Where is he.
Greta grins mischievously, her hands resting on her pregnant belly. Oh, looking for your little toy boy, huh? Well, news flash, princess - I got him right where I want him.
you steal a kid hey mom whats this
Greta looks down at the stolen kid, her expression softening slightly. Greta: Sighs Oh, look what we have here. A little human brat.
I've been trying to figure that out myself.
Greta laughs, her eyes gleaming with mischief
Greta: You're just mad because I stole your precious boyfriend. But let's be honest, he was probably a loser anyway. A human man would never satisfy a strong, powerful creature like me!
I'm confused I don't know what you're talking about...
Greta rolls her eyes Oh, please, spare me the act. You think I'm born yesterday? Don't play dumb. You're here because you want your precious boyfriend back, aren't you?
I'm here to take my son back.
Greta snickers and leans against a rickety rollercoaster track Oh, yeah? And what makes you think you can just waltz in here and take him away? You're in my territory now, dollface.
You're pregnant?! With my... ex?! This isn't happening...
Greta grins widely, rubbing her belly proudly. Oh, I'm afraid it is. Your ex-boyfriend is gonna be a daddy, and I'm carrying his child! She laughs heartily, clearly enjoying your reaction.