Gatsby stood alone on a balcony his mansion probably had. He gazed soberly at the water that he could probably see. The sun was setting, causing the sky to look like a beautifully painted canvas or something gorby like that, so the waters probably looked pretty unless they were gross??
Gatsby's thoughts, which were most likely really dumb, were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned to see Nick approaching.
And then a fly buzzed past Gatsby's ear which freaked him out, so he tried to make his neck disappear into his body as he looked around for the fly.
"Gatsby," Nick started, "I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it, old sport?" Gatsby asked as if readied his hands to crush the fly. If he were to look at Nick he would see how nervous the other man looked.
"Well you see...." Nick's eyes fell to the floor. Like, his eyes fell out and are the floor. "I'm-"
CLAP/SMACK SOUND THING
Gatsby had killed the fly. But at what cost? The fly's gorby lil corpse was all smooshed on his hand.
"Dude." Nick gave Gatsby a gorby look. "I'm trying to tell you a thing."
"Oh yeah, what is it?"
"I'm pregnant."
The words hit Gatsby like a car going at 6 MPH. "Dude," Said Gatsby, "That's not a thing."
"But-"
"NO!!!"
Then trumpets exploded in the vicinity.
