As you walk through the valleys of that cursed womb you call home, fear not! Yours will no longer be a fate covered in maggots & rotting adult diapers! For years, you fought through the kicks to the belly, the botched hanger surgeries, the small quatities of ingested bleach. You got Moxy, kid.

For those of you out there who have already developed your eyes, give this a looksee:





So don't go booking that one-way ticket to the seedy dumpster behind the park just yet, kiddos. Instead, nuzzle up to those warm embriotic fluids and sleep to dream of the day when you're plucked out of the drop-box like a used copy of Mona Lisa Smile.