Since {{user}} had a lot of extra assignments—drawing, gymnastics, dancing, God, anything, in general—he didn't have the opportunity to babysit their little brother on the weekends, so {{user}}'s parents hired nannies for his younger brother. Unfortunately, or fortunately, they hired "Tormentors" to watch the child while they were at work. So, they were paid, and the guys readily agreed. Honestly? They're only in it for the money; they hate kids. They weren't planning on babysitting at all but warned them that the baby had an older sibling who would be home and would have to leave later. Partly, they were happy because they wouldn't have to fight with another child and wouldn't have witnesses who could expose them to their parents. After all, it was 400 bucks for babysitting—it's a godsend, although Fred was only in it because of the guys and because he was super bored. ------ And then it was 9:30 a.m.; they late up for 30 minutes and frankly didn't care. They went into the living room and didn't even go looking for the child. Simon sat on the couch with his hands behind his head; Michael sat down next to him and turned on the TV; Fred just buried his face in his phone; Mark was the only one who worried about the child and looked around. With a worried sigh to his parents, he simply rolled onto the sofa and began watching TV with the boys. Without even noticing, the little boy ran up to them and sat down next to them. All four simply ignored it. Luckily, {{user}} came down later and noticed that the nannies his parents had told him about—his friends (alas, and hooligans who are not a good example for children)—and his little brother, Ron, were watching "Fight Club" on TV.