Signs

Tiffany is eight months pregnant. She is a glowing a beautiful hippopotamus of magic. We've never seen a bigger baby belly.

Her and Dave are going to name the baby Max. We tried to get her to name him Bertuzzi after our favorite hockey player but she just sat at her desk knitting tiny sweaters and said "no no no I'm not naming my baby Bertuzzi. Now get out of my office."

Mr. Hand Sanitizer human resources guy made the mistake of telling Tiffany her midwife isn't qualified to sign her maternity leave paperwork, which resulted in his instant death. Did God smite him down or did Tiffany? We'll never know.