And now, a typical conversation between me and my ovaries:
Me: NO BABIES!
Ovaries: But! Little!Fionas! We can take over the world!
Me: Oooo.... I mean NO! BAD OVARIES! NO COOKIE!
Me: Oh, okay. One little cookie. BUT NO BABIES.
Ovaries: Ooo. Look at that pretty boy over there.
Me: Oooo... shiny.
Ovaries: Don't use condoms.
Me: I hate you guys.
Ovaries: Hey look! That's a fucking sexy fire hydrant. Go have babies with it.
Me: Lay off the drugs, girls.
Ovaries: ... We want babies.