You don't understand. You're a baby.

I’m being pushed around, jostled out of my half awake state. I see the light! I think I’m going to die. Why am I thinking so much? I am screaming for dear life. I hear a voice talking. It’s saying congratulations to a person for giving bir---what was that? Oh, somebody is screaming to loudly. Did someone just call me a baby? Whadt? That’s just so degrading. And no, I don’t want milk. NOoo. This actually tastes quite good. Mmhmm.