But the vendor shook his head. "She's carrying a litter," he said, and I can't in good conscience allow you to leave with said plant. I can sell you a few cigar shaped vapes, so that you can celebrate the litter, but that's about it."
The princess snarled, then started breathing heavy. At first, I thought that the princess was angry at being denied her vape "treat."
However, I realized in dog years, her labor was starting! "I need backup," I thought, and placing her tenderly in a bale of tobacco behind a NET vendor's stall I started yelling, "Terminator! Terminator!"
He appeared, and said, "I cannot Terminate this! Instead I will---"