Under protest, the fertility clinic agrees to meet with you and your wives.
Inside a purple haired obese lady greets you and shuffles you off to a waiting area with your wives. The doctor comes in "What can i help you with today mr....Muhammad?"
I scan for Dr's name tag.
"I want my wives to be able to have quintuplets."
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The doctors name tag reads 'StreetShiter'
"Yes sir I belive I can help you with that. Though the IVF will be prohibtly expensive. If pff spring are your goal have you considered making a donation to our sperm bank?
The doctor smiles and lowers his voice
"For a fee i could help by also impregnating sevral infidels with your seed"
Never trust a Pajeet.
With a quick invocation to God the Peacemaker, I dip my knife into the camel turd in my back pocket to accrue a poison bonus and then stab the buttpicking infidel whose curry smell pollutes the air around me. I can feel the moon's energy guiding my next actions, as steal the bloodied and shitstained white lab coat, 'Dr. Streetshiter' ID badge, and prescription pad. I quickly scrawl out a prescription for a dozen babymakers supply worth of fertility hormones and send my brightest cousin-wife to the pharmacy. On my way out of the clinic, I hand the bloodied knife to the confused purple-haired receptionist and explain that patient Muhammad ibn Muhammad stabbed himself and needs an ambulance immediately. With no further explanation, I leave for the sperm bank.
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