Life in a "Ménage à Trois"

He nodded.

"I prefer being inside of someone, though there's nothing I won't do for my partner's pleasure~" He winked gratuitously.

He rolled his eyes at that.

"Anyway, I'm going out to buy some strawberry pie."

Priestly glared.

"No. I will make you some."

"We don't have any strawberries." He pointed out.

"I will buy some," he said simply.

"I'll buy some." He insisted.

"No, I will~!" he pouted.

"I'll come with you!" He insisted.

"Marsy, let your big strong Priestly take care of it."

"I'm tired of being stuck in the house!" He exclaimed. "I want to go outside and pet dogs and play with children!!"

He frowned.

"...We can't do that anymore, Marsy."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"...I know."

He kissed his cheek.

"...I'm sorry."

"...But I like kids."

He smiled suddenly.

"Does this mean you want to have one?!"

He blinked.

"But...what? That's not possible."

"Of course it is!!"

"...no, it really isn't."

Priestly held up a positive pregnancy test.

"Mars, I dipped this in your urine."

Priestly killed himself. With a pregnancy test.

The end.