Fetus

“Please, O Lord, my God, not North Korea or India.” the fetus said. Soon, he popped out. “Hello good sir, where am I?” the noble newborn asked the doctor. “You’re in New York.” said the doctor. “Oh, America! That’s not that bad-“ - “And your birthday is… September 11. Good for you!” The fetus felt something was off about that specific date. “What year is it, may I ask?” “2001.” the doctor said. - “Why is there a giant spoon headed for those two towers?”