I won't answer your questions

Okay, sure, we all can, but can you perform one while you're driving a big rig with 12 flat tires down the freeway from Mexico up to Cal-I-Forn-I-A haulin' a load of pinatas stuffed to the paper gills with cocaine, at a rate of sixty miles per hour, PER HOUR, 'cause you stapled the accelerator pedal so it wouldn't distract you while you got road head? Oh, you thought she "couldn't get pregnant" 'cause it's "just a blowjob," but you were WRONG, 'cause it turns out you've got some freaky super sperm. Within two minutes she had a baby bump. It's been seven now, and you can see the impressions of fully-developed adult hands trying to desperately claw their way out of her uterus, and she's screaming and screaming and crying and crying! But you can't stop, because you cut your own brakes, since you can only get off with the aid of danger, and now the pigs are hot on your tail 'cause you crashed the border gate! Can you perform one then? Can you? CAN YOU!?

Too easy. I am a licensed valedictorian, you know. I'd C that Section. I'd C that Section with my teeth, asleep at the wheel. First on her, then... on me.