FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN DAYS AGO SOMETIME BEFORE BREAKFAST THE TROUBLEMAKER POPPED OUT OF THE BRAIN OF MY PET GIRAFFE'S EYEBALLS AND, MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS, JIM! IT WAS AS IF YOUR FACE HAD SUDDENLY SHRANK INTO THE SIZE OF YOUR NOSTRILS!! FROM THERE THE TROUBLEMAKER, FILLED WITH HIS UNDERWEAR, WENT FORTH TO TELL THE WORLD THAT HIS TURNIPS ARE RIPE WITH THE EARLOBES OF PHYLLIS DILLER!! AND THEN THE DINOSAURS CAME AND THE TROUBLEMAKER PASSED GAS AND KILLED THEM ALL OFF!! RAWR! YA IF YOU DID'T HAVE ME YOU'D HAVE A GOAT!! AND SO THE TROUBLEMAKER SHOT OFF HIS OWN BRAIN AND WENT TO DRINK ALL YOUR BEER BECAUSE GOSH DARN IT, THE WATER BUFFALO TOLD HIM TO!! YOUR HAIR WANTS TO SQUEEZE ALL THE JUICES OUT OF YOUR SOCKS, JIM?! WHY IS THAT?! I'LL TELL YOU WHY!! BECAUSE THE TROUBLEMAKER CAN SNURF YOUR KERBLAMMIES ALL OVER YOUR NOFFLEBACON!! NOW WE'RE MAKING UP WORDS, JIM!! THIS IS GETTING SO FERBLOWDED!! ARMBARS EVERYWHERE!!!!

And that's where babies come from.