I hate my job; that being said, my totally fantastical and yet plausible wish for Scott and Jason to fufill is for the both of them to dress up in maternity clothes while wearing of course fake preggo bellies and enter my place of work (a boring and terribly run insurance agency) demanding to see me. The goal is to witness a dramatic baby-mama fight between the two seemingly pregnant gentleman about how I (a 23 year old female,) the cheating impregnantor in question, have kept my affairs with both parties a secret and consequently ended up with two unborn children that I refuse to support. This must be performed for all my coworkers and managers to witness. Yes, this would make life at my job more worthwhile.