Roblox would be working when Shedletsky came in, carrying a baby Robloxian.

“Hey, Buil— Roblox. I messed up. While I was creating new robloxians, I accidentally created a kid—“ Shedletsky would stop upon getting a sharp glare from the other robloxian.

“.. so kill it.” Roblox would mutter coldly, his icy gaze boring into Shedletsky. He’d stare him dead in the eyes, his eyes showing no sympathy.

Shedletsky would wince. He told Builderman that when..

“I can’t! What if it’s sentient!—“ Shedletsky was swiftly cut off. “It’s not. So kill it.”

Shedletsky’s hands would clench into fists, growing irritated.

“You sound just like him.” Shedletsky would growl, referring to Telamon.

“And you LOOK just like him. Now GET TO WORK.” Roblox would snap back quickly, grabbing a stack of papers and exiting the room, leaving Shedletsky alone in what used to be Builderman’s office.