Lip was surprisingly good at taking care of a baby, albeit a fake one.

He cradled it in his arms as he smoked a cig, a little counterintuitive but nevertheless, he was doing a decent job at taking care of your fake offspring.

"See, you'd be shit at this," he gestures to the baby and how it hasn't electronically cried in the past half hour. "This baby loves me," Lip then cooes, "And I love it."

An hour ago he was threatening to throw it out the window.

So much for a school project.