(The Lincoln's family car pulls into the driveway with Lincoln, Lori, and Ronnie Anne in tow. Lincoln and Ronnie are the first to exit the car, they wait for Lori.)
Lincoln: Come on, you don't look THAT bad.
Lori: I don't care about how I look, I care about actually getting out of the car!
Ronnie: Oh yeah, that's gonna be a problem...
Lincoln: Alright, give us your hand. (*Lori stretches out from her seat, and Lincoln and Ronnie grab hold.*)
(They pulled as hard as they can to get Lori out of the car. Eventually she's wedged out, with her overstuffed belly jiggling in what little elbow room it has left. Lori moans as Lincoln and Ronnie pull her out.)
Lori: Uuugh, is this how mom felt when she was pregnant with us?
Lincoln: Probably, though we're not technically born on the same day...
Lori: (mock laughter) Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.
Ronnie: Anyways, it was good having you two tag along.
Lori and Lincoln: You're welcome...
Lincoln: Our parents are drivi