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(Tuesday. INT: EB and JH's apartment)

MH (hugging EB): Alright. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know this was an accident, and the last thing I want to do is make you feel worse than you already do. It's not your fault that you suck.
EB: Love you too, kiddo.
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MH (still hugging, now with a serious face): Doesn't change the fact that I will inject an entire butter-basted turducken directly into my carotid before I allow you to babysit anything with a pulse.
EB: Does that include actual babies?
MH: Especially babies.
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JH: I don't know if Handle Animal works on babies, I'm pretty sure it'd be Diplomacy. Or Heal.
MH: No, no, I know this. Handle Animal works on anything with an Int of one or two, and it's a negative ten if it's not an animal. Trust me.
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EB: Yeah, what was the line you used? You were reclaiming protein from an obviously malfunctioning spawnling, to help preserve the genetic fitness of the hive?
MH: I maintain that from the proper cultural perspective, it was a selfless act of charity.