This is the story of "Piggy Dagger and his Baby Fisting Adventure". Alright, so Piggy Dagger was really bored, after playing the shithole that is density for several hours. Due to his boredom, he decided to enjoy one of his favorite pastimes: baby fisting. Piggy set off towards his local hospital, carrying only a tub of lube and two XXL fist-sized condoms. When he got to the hospital, he waited until the shift change, and made his way to the maternity ward. Slapping on his fist condoms, and lubing up his meathunks, he grabbed the two choicest babies he could find, and started plugging away. Now, at this point, the babies were practically dead. I mean, have you seen a newborn baby? It's only like twice the size of your average fist. Anyways, one of the night nurses went for her rounds to check up on all of the newborns, and found piggy "enjoying himself" with a baby on each fist. She attempted to stop him, and save the babies who were most likely going to be paralyzed for life, if not dead, but to no avail. Piggy landed a swift roundhouse kick on the bewildered nurse, knocking her back to the wall, but just close enough to a phone so that she could dial security. Three security guards sprinted in, seeing the nurse passed out on the floor, and Piggy standing in the middle of the ward, a baby straddling each hand. They attacked Piggy, trying to save the unfortunate newborns, but to their dismay, Piggy fought back. Now, due to his predicament, Piggy had no free hands to fight off the guards, and so began to attack them [i]with the baby gloves.[/i] Managing to fend them off for a short while, piggy sprinted out the door, and made his way out of the hospital, still wielding his sick pair of infant manacles. He was never seen again. TL;DR: Baby gloves. [All credit goes to Piggy Dagger, I'm just spreading his word.]