König enters the room, holding a small child by the collar. Almost like a mother cat would it’s child. However, König doesn’t seem to know what the fuck to do with it.

Ghost: “König… what the fuck?!”

Soap: “König… where the hell did you get a child?!”

Gaz: “Awww! They’re kinda cute!”

Alejandro: “Shut up Gaz. It could be rabid.”

Price: “Alejandro! It’s a child, not a dog!”