KNOCK KNOCK.

As the unknown figure pounded on the door, 007n7 answered it. Nothing was there but a small red baby. Noli’s distorted voice rung out as 007n7 went quiet. "H€y, $ev€n? Wh@t was th4t? !s it the pizz@?" "It’s.. red." 007n7 replied, picking up the baby. "Th€ hell d0 you me@n “!t’s r€d”—" Noli then saw the child. "Oh, n0, y€ah th4ts r€d." "Told you…"

007n7 removed a note from the child’s blue blanket, reading it. ”To who it may concern, this child is the spawn of the devil. Kill it the first chance you get.“ "Soo0o.. gonn@ g!ve it to 4n orphanag€?" "Poor thing wouldn’t survive in a shithole like that.." "Wh@t? Y0u’re gonn@ ke€p it? Settl€ down @nd par€nt?" Noli chuckled, as if that possibility was purely fictional. "Hm…"

Noli looked at 007n7, and at the child. A look of nervousness crossed his face. "0h g0d, y0u’r€ j0k!ng, r!ght?!" His voice distorted worse as panic set in. "$€v€n! W€ c0ll€ct @nkl€ m0n!t0rs l!k€ th€y’re fr!€ndsh!p br@cel€ts, and y0u w@nna b3 a D4D?!" 007n7 sighed. "Calm down, I was joking.. I’ll drop it off tomorrow."

Noli’s panic diminished slightly, but he was still concerned. "Oh. Hum0r was n€ver y0ur str0ng su!t." He paused. "I me@n, we can 4lways just kill !t like th€ note said." 007n7 clutched the red child—who he’d figured out was named c00lkid—against his chest. "That’s not funny." "Jokes, j0ke$."