I spent too long at my little sister's tball practice today, had to check her friend's blood sugar half way through. Their coach has the most disproportional belly, like someone with gout. I want to curl up inside it then push off his ribs and burst out through his belly button like dancers from an egg. That was a story for Latin a few chapters ago. ex ovo, quod servi in mensam posuerant, apparuit saltatrix.