Barb
is post-menopausal, right? Too bad. We need the incest baby. We need it to continue the legacy.
The chosen one. The Final Lolcow.
Hideous and misshapen, it will crawl from Barbara's dusty snatch like Guts and Casca's lumpy hellspawn, leaving a slug trail across the floor. It will raise raise a slimy claw into the air and let out a keening wail, signaling the beginning of the Dimensional Merge.
The skies will blacken, dread trumpets will sound, and hordes of winged demons will pour forth from the abyss.