You know the kind you give birth to after you eat 2 large cheese pizzas. You sit there straining hoping for help from above to extricate you newly birthing food-baby. Of course you might be the type that imagines it more as laying eggs. Either one works. Foodbaby, birdturd. He’s one of them. But he’s ooooh so senatorial.
I carumba. I do not like either of these guys.