"And that's where babies come from!" I exclaimed, not realizing this was completely unrelated to the original question.
"Well the reason I asked was that I was once a baby and I came from Saskatoon."
"Er, yes, well, Saskatoon is a whole city, plenty of room for a... well, for instance, a Saskatoon Sasquatch womb!"
"What's a Saskatoon Sasquatch womb?" you ask. Well, I tell you...
"It is a term from another land where they only speak words full of S's and Q's and K's, like squab, squawk and Sweet Daddy Siki."
"It sounds like that would suck," I noted, as I pondered the notion of squeaky squids' kids' socks and such things.
It was hard at first.
But eventually I got used to it, and my life was lived in a sequential series of squeaky stories.