Neuf!

[wallrocket]

Hello, passengers? Might I inquire as to why there is a... a baby... in my room? It is a very strange looking thing. It looks not unlike I did as a young bushbaby! [Pause] Excuse me, sir? May I ask who you are?

Hajime. I think it's supposed to be... ours. I can't believe I just said that. I mean. It would... explain why it looks like.... the way

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[canttrustliars]

How long do you think we'll be stuck with it?

[wallrocket]

I am not sure. Not forever, I believe!

[Wall picks up the baby and holds it as far away from himself as possible. It continues to cry. Wall winces.]

Is there anything in my room we can fashion into a diaper, Sir Hajime?

[canttrustliars]

You tell me.

[Sighing, Hajime liberates one of Wall's pillowcases, ripping it into a few smaller pieces.]

This should be fine for now.

[wallrocket]

Ah, yes! Merci beaucoup, Sir!

[Wall takes the diaper-shaped pillowcase and gently lays the baby on a table. It continues to bawl. Wall manages to undo its-her!-current diaper, wrinkles his nose, and disposes of it in the wastebasket.

He stands there and furrows his bushbaby brow.]

... What do I do now, Sir Hajime?