Suddenly the short ginger man busted my motel door down.
"ELLO! I'M BACK!" He yelled. "Sorry, I was just in a three hour coma, but I've returned."
I was so confused. "I thought you were dead!" He focused both his eyes at me and said, "I mean, kinda. You did kill me but I woke back up." I ran over to him and hugged him.
"Sorry for murdering you, Ed" I said. "But I have to let you know that I'm pregnant with quintuplets." He stared at me again.
"Oh, that's okay. And wow, okay. That's kinda gross but I'll pay the child support I guess."
Immediately there was a booming but beautiful rendition of Shape of You by Ed himself, but he wasn't singing. I looked down and all five babies fell out of my wap all at once. They were the ones singing beautifully. All of the babies were male and looked like genetic copies of Ed.
I decided that it would probably be best for me to give him all the babies.