(In a plains biome) [player]: "There! Base is done! No mob's going to get through THESE defenses!" (A Wither Skeleton suddenly strikes [player]'s shield) [player]: "Whoa!" Wither Skeleton: "Finally! I've been waiting for this!" (The Wither Skeleton continuously strikes at [player]'s shield) [player]: "Hey! Stop it!" Wither Skeleton: "I've been waiting to get my revenge, filthy Piglin! You will pay for what you've done to my pet Strider!" [player]: "What are you talking about? I'm not a Piglin! I'm a player! And I haven't done anything to your Strider!" Wither Skeleton: "Liar! I saw you and your kind attacking my Strider and stealing its soul! You will never get away with this!" [player]: "I think you've got the wrong person. I haven't seen any Piglins or Striders around here. Maybe it was someone else." Wither Skeleton: "No, I'm sure it was you! And now, you will suffer the same fate as my poor Strider!" (The Wither Skeleton charges at [player], but then [player] takes a closer look at the Wither Skeleton - her massive belly was contracting) [player]: "Wait... are you pregnant?" Wither Skeleton: "What? How dare you ask such a personal question! It doesn't matter if I am or not! You will still pay for what your kind did to my Strider!" (The Wither Skeleton ignores the fact her water broke and continues to attack [player]) [player]: "Wait, stop! You need medical attention!" Wither Skeleton: "I do not need you assistance! All I want is revenge!" [player]: "But you can't fight like this! You need help! Let me help you to a safe place for you to give birth." Wither Skeleton: "ENOUGH!" (ignores her labor pains)