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Yet another one of those 3 AM ideas that kept me up and demanded sketching.
Words again by . I do occasionally write my own flavor text, but he does enjoy doing it and owed me for Techinal Support illustrations, so there.
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The ground trembled. People ran in fear. A blood curdling roar filled the air.

A huge green dinosaur was stomping down main street, its huge jaws gnashing, tail swinging through walls, three mighty legs pounding the ground-

"It should have juss' two legs."

"Ssshhhh!"

"What d'you mean?"

"Itssa T-Rex 'n' 'ey've only got two legs!"

"Shhhh!"

"Iss my T-Rex 'n' it's all super so it has three."

"Sshhhh!"

The unstoppable three legged T-Rex reared its massive head and let out another roar! It stomped over the ruined city that it had destroyed with its awesome power, crushing cars and pushing buildings over like cardboard boxes! And then it marched on, into a field of lovely pink flowers.

"Why're you drawin' stupid flowers!"

"Cuz they're pretty 'n' I like 'em."

"But they're stoooopid! Graar, graar, my T-Rex is gonna stomp all over your stupid flowers!"

"Ssshhh! She's gonna wake up!"

"Graaaar! T-Rex get you too!"

"Nuh-uh! My pirate'd kick your T-Rex's butt!"

"Grar! Pirates could nevur beat a Dinosaur, they're all small and dumb. Your pirate should go play in the flowers and hide in the stooopid little blue house!"

"S'not stupid! Mister kitty loves his house!"

"Why would a kitty need a house? Well, he's not got one now, cuz T-Rex is stompin' it, Graargraargraaar!"

"Noooo! I'm gunna tell mommy!"

"Shhhh! You're wakin' her uuup!"

"Graaaaar!"

"Ugh..."

The three artists froze. The canvas was beginning to stir.

"Quick, runf'r it!"

Markers showered to the floor as three little bodies jumped off the bed and pelted out the door.

Chelsea yawned, and smacked her lips.

She had just woken up from the strangest dream she'd ever had. No, wait, scratch that, that one a couple of weeks ago with the whales and the scullery maids was pretty weird. It'd be a while before she topped that. It seemed like weird dreams just went with the territory of being so very pregnant.

She scratched her belly. It was feeling weird this morning, sorta itchy. She wondered if ants had gotten in during the night, and thought her to be the perfect terrain to set up a new giant colony. Oof, and the babies were in rare form too, kicking like crazy in all directions.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," she said, rubbing her side in hopes of calming them down. Of course it wouldn't work. They wanted something and they wouldn't stop kicking 'til they got it. Hopefully a nice long warm shower- they liked that- or something weird for breakfast. She checked to see if she was craving anything weird this morning. Hmmm... lolipops dipped in vinegar sounded disgusting... so did steak in chocolate sauce... she didn't want to eat paper... so nope, no weird cravings today. Shame, chocolate steak had been tasty at the time.

With some difficulty she rolled herself into a sitting position and opened her eyes.

A big, blurry bulge slowly came into focus.

Yup, still pregnant then, no surprises there.

But... what was this? As her eyes begun to focus, she noticed something strange- marks on her belly. Was that blood? Was she bleeding?! Had she cut herself open during the ni- no, wait, wait, there were yellow and green bits and things too, and unless she'd developed a really weird blood condition, she couldn't be bleeding. Oh, Gods, a rash then? Was this some secret symptom of the super pregnant, something they never revealed to the uninitiated? Eight months in you got covered in itchy rainbows?

That couldn't be right. She scratched her head and tried to kick her brain into gear.

Then she saw it.

"Oh those little-" she snarled, stopping short of issuing an actual curse.

Her babies saw no such compunction, and issued a series of sharp kicks in place of a curse.

She- they- had been vandalized. She was covered in little ink doodles of flowers and dinosaurs! What the hell was this!? Did they think that her belly was too boring being just pink? Was this a little redecoration project? Ugh! She felt like a ghetto slum now; overpopulated and covered in graffiti.

There would be vengeance. There would be pay back. There would be-

There would be breakfast, first, because she was too damn hungry for this first thing in the morning.

Description
Yet another one of those 3 AM ideas that kept me up and demanded sketching.
Words again by . I do occasionally write my own flavor text, but he does enjoy doing it and owed me for Techinal Support illustrations, so there.
_____________________________________________

The ground trembled. People ran in fear. A blood curdling roar filled the air.

A huge green dinosaur was stomping down main street, its huge jaws gnashing, tail swinging through walls, three mighty legs pounding the ground-

"It should have juss' two legs."

"Ssshhhh!"

"What d'you mean?"

"Itssa T-Rex 'n' 'ey've only got two legs!"

"Shhhh!"

"Iss my T-Rex 'n' it's all super so it has three."

"Sshhhh!"

The unstoppable three legged T-Rex reared its massive head and let out another roar! It stomped over the ruined city that it had destroyed with its awesome power, crushing cars and pushing buildings over like cardboard boxes! And then it marched on, into a field of lovely pink flowers.

"Why're you drawin' stupid flowers!"

"Cuz they're pretty 'n' I like 'em."

"But they're stoooopid! Graar, graar, my T-Rex is gonna stomp all over your stupid flowers!"

"Ssshhh! She's gonna wake up!"

"Graaaar! T-Rex get you too!"

"Nuh-uh! My pirate'd kick your T-Rex's butt!"

"Grar! Pirates could nevur beat a Dinosaur, they're all small and dumb. Your pirate should go play in the flowers and hide in the stooopid little blue house!"

"S'not stupid! Mister kitty loves his house!"

"Why would a kitty need a house? Well, he's not got one now, cuz T-Rex is stompin' it, Graargraargraaar!"

"Noooo! I'm gunna tell mommy!"

"Shhhh! You're wakin' her uuup!"

"Graaaaar!"

"Ugh..."

The three artists froze. The canvas was beginning to stir.

"Quick, runf'r it!"

Markers showered to the floor as three little bodies jumped off the bed and pelted out the door.

Chelsea yawned, and smacked her lips.

She had just woken up from the strangest dream she'd ever had. No, wait, scratch that, that one a couple of weeks ago with the whales and the scullery maids was pretty weird. It'd be a while before she topped that. It seemed like weird dreams just went with the territory of being so very pregnant.

She scratched her belly. It was feeling weird this morning, sorta itchy. She wondered if ants had gotten in during the night, and thought her to be the perfect terrain to set up a new giant colony. Oof, and the babies were in rare form too, kicking like crazy in all directions.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," she said, rubbing her side in hopes of calming them down. Of course it wouldn't work. They wanted something and they wouldn't stop kicking 'til they got it. Hopefully a nice long warm shower- they liked that- or something weird for breakfast. She checked to see if she was craving anything weird this morning. Hmmm... lolipops dipped in vinegar sounded disgusting... so did steak in chocolate sauce... she didn't want to eat paper... so nope, no weird cravings today. Shame, chocolate steak had been tasty at the time.

With some difficulty she rolled herself into a sitting position and opened her eyes.

A big, blurry bulge slowly came into focus.

Yup, still pregnant then, no surprises there.

But... what was this? As her eyes begun to focus, she noticed something strange- marks on her belly. Was that blood? Was she bleeding?! Had she cut herself open during the ni- no, wait, wait, there were yellow and green bits and things too, and unless she'd developed a really weird blood condition, she couldn't be bleeding. Oh, Gods, a rash then? Was this some secret symptom of the super pregnant, something they never revealed to the uninitiated? Eight months in you got covered in itchy rainbows?

That couldn't be right. She scratched her head and tried to kick her brain into gear.

Then she saw it.

"Oh those little-" she snarled, stopping short of issuing an actual curse.

Her babies saw no such compunction, and issued a series of sharp kicks in place of a curse.

She- they- had been vandalized. She was covered in little ink doodles of flowers and dinosaurs! What the hell was this!? Did they think that her belly was too boring being just pink? Was this a little redecoration project? Ugh! She felt like a ghetto slum now; overpopulated and covered in graffiti.

There would be vengeance. There would be pay back. There would be-

There would be breakfast, first, because she was too damn hungry for this first thing in the morning.