You don't have to have the drugs. You can yell and scream and throw things, in a vat of water in a medical facility, all you like.
...but oh no, we'll do it the other way the next time and then rotate. One in London, one in Paris, one in Tokyo, and then we'll have multinational babies.
Which works for their future lives as a BOYS FOOTIEBALL TEAM.
I love you Petal. Even though you've made Fat Bastard cry all over his interwebs, because he'll never see a vagina now.
But that's quite all right, because his tears amuse me.