[Okay, okay. Simple psychiatry. You took that class, right? About ten or so years ago, but it's all like riding a bike anyway. You stay calm. The egg'll stay calm... RIGHT?]
[Okay, okay. Just... treat it likes a real kid. Shaped... like... an egg. Just smile to it. She starts calmly rocking it, whispering softly.]
[That seems to be working. The egg baby's crying has gone back to sniffling.]
[Now if Six can just get the ringing in his ears to stop long enough to be able to mimic her with the one held in one arm, everything will be all right. Hopefully.]
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[He fumbled with one of two robotic eggs, wondering how in the world he'd got stuck with this.]
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Hey, Six. I need to you to go look at so-
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[HURRY, GET OUT THE DOOR. CASUALLY WALK AWAY. GO. DON'T LAUGH.]
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...Help me.
[The egg baby in his arms starts to sniffle.]
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[Okay, okay. Straight face. There you go.]
[Sloooooowly, turning to look at him again...]
What-... Where did they come from?
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[They probably forgot that he doesn't remember any kid-wrangling.]
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[Scratches the back of her head... So, what to do now...?]
[ARGH, DEFEATING SIGH. She walks on over to him.]
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[She sits down on the bed beside him, putting the clipboard down and... looking at the thing.]
... What do we do with it?
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I thought you'd know.
[He tenses as it starts to cry and the other one starts to sniffle.]
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[She picks up the other one, trying to rock it a little. Seeing where that'll get her.]
Hey. Don't cry, little robot... egg... thing. It's okay.
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[He tries to mimic what she's doing, hoping that it'll settle the thing down. It keeps on wailing.]
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Shut up, little egg thing. It's alright. [Isn't she the best mother?]
[Looking over at yours now.] What do we do?
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[He winces as Holiday's egg wails.]
But what you just did doesn't seem right. [He holds the egg baby in his arms with one hand, gripping at one of his assaulted ears.]
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[Okay, okay. Simple psychiatry. You took that class, right? About ten or so years ago, but it's all like riding a bike anyway. You stay calm. The egg'll stay calm... RIGHT?]
[Okay, okay. Just... treat it likes a real kid. Shaped... like... an egg. Just smile to it. She starts calmly rocking it, whispering softly.]
Hey, it's okay. I'm sorry. Shhh. It's alright now... You're okay...
[Don't worry, Six. SHE'S ALL OVER THIS.]
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[Now if Six can just get the ringing in his ears to stop long enough to be able to mimic her with the one held in one arm, everything will be all right. Hopefully.]
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