"I can't be pregnant. This must be a beer belly."
Brady wondered how long he'd been trapped in this weird place. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his grandfather or Maggie. He knew he was a man so it was impossible for him to be pregnant. He was sure he had a penis. But then he realized he didn't.
"Oh my god where's my penis?"
The blonde was standing in the doorway again. She was waving something.
"Is that my penis?"
The blonde didn't say a word. She just kept waving Brady's penis around like a hot dog.
"Give it back."
Brady opened his eyes and saw his grandfather.
"Granddad? What's going on?"
"You butt dialed me a SOS."
Brady seemed to be tied up and in a room that was painted red.
To Be Cont.