"You're WHAT?"

"Calm down, Slim."

"But…you're male."

"Yes."

"I mean it's impossible, no way…are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Ask Blue."

Dead silence.

"How?"

Long stare and nervous shifting and then some muttering.

"What? What? WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Weapon X, seems like there were some side affects."

"Side affects? Side affects, you call this a side affect?"

"What else would you call it Slim? It sure wasn't part of the plan."

More silence.

"Are you keeping it?"

Silence.

"Who's the father?"

Evil eye and more silence.

"Wanna beer?"

"Sure."

Sounds of beer bottles being opened.

"Non, non cher! Is bad for the petite."

Beer bottle vanishes from death grip.

"Gumbo!"

"Non, cher, you know what M. Bete said. No alcohol until the petite is
born."

"Your ARE keeping it!"

"But of course, why wouldn't we?"

Thud.

Blinks.

"You didn't tell him, cher?"

"Nah, what would be the fun in that?"

Owari/End