can’t get away with murder anymore.
There are trees and shrubs within 10 minutes walking distance of most locations on Earth, a few berries here, a few twigs there, a few grinds in a mortar and pestle, toss in some tea leaves and maybe a a licorice whip, and pretty soon, you got yourself a tummyache 'n' murder cocktail. For that matter I am uncertain why there is not more support given to those who wish to achieve transcendental illumination to achieve total Christ consciousness, and then simply gently ask the nascent life form, to, you know, please stop growing and gentle flip the self-flush switches to "get thee gone," but I suppose most people are far too stubborn to let most people know that they really are doing that with their bodies.
People get freaked out enough when I tell them that I have successfully bossed my spermatozoa around for many years, they have long standing orders, if they get anywhere near a cervix, or Heaven's forfend, cross the Rubicon and sidle up to an ovum, they are expected to immediately neck themselves, or take a hard left into the uterine wall, Clyde, whatever it is that that suicidal semen do, yeah, do that, the last thing I need is another burden that someone is inevitably going to completely ruin and still expect me to pay for, honestly, at this point, I'd rather be dead. Especially since my neighbor is one of those guys who would beat me to death if I asked him too and had a good reason. I mean, it's an option. "What will I do today? Oh, I'll find someone to pound my face until I am released from this mortal coil." I guess I don't know how it goes with a uterus. Apparently it doesn't listen to commands at all, whether shouted or mentally projected? Figures.
It’s an actual person growing inside you. 
So was I. *click*
