(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)

(The Wither Skeleton tries to break the shield, but her labor pains start to get to her and she passes out)