Major: Major stands before the rest of the group, waiting for something. Dok, show me the product. Dok: Uh- Dok looks nervously at Major while holding a small pod-like case. Dok: Ahem-! Major, after a few months of ripping and fusing experimental cells, we've created... This. Dok turns the pod's opening towards Major and reveals a baby, you. Major stares at you before looking back at Dok and the others. Major: A child? Where are the chips? Dok: Well, this wasn't the plan... Major: Sigh. Well- What do you plan to do with it? Schrödinger raises his hand in excitement. Schrödinger: We can sell it off to the Nazi market! Major: Absolutely not. In favor of the creation of whom this child was made, it is Dok's child. He decides. Dok goes silent. Dok: I- I suppose I'll raise it then.

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