Excel: Goood evening. This is the wonderful car of Lady and associates, and we have called you to inform you of the birth of Excel and Lee's wonderful child, Chyne Aughn L''Atrin'a. Actually, actually, actually, before we get too into Chyne Aughn, since she's the topic of the day, and the BEST. CHILD. EVER.

Lee: BEST CHILD!

Excel: Best child ever. I would like to announce the following apologi-[can't talk]-apologies to Sousuke and Inui. Um. Sousuke. Inui. you have kids with Excel now i'm sorry. I... I really didn't mean to make them up, but I wrote a drabble and I'm gonna type it up and I know... I know I should tell you this in person, and not over the phone, but I really... um... their names-

Lady: Just read the drabble.

Excel: You want me-- I'm not gonna read the drabble!

The whole car: [further enabling]

Excel: Okay. Um. Apparently everyone loves storytime and I am now to read the drabble over the phone. Lemme--

Lady: And then, and then I'll tell the story of--

Excel: --pull my notebook here.

Lady: And I'll tell the ( ... )

"GOODBYE, CHILDREN!" Excel cried, waving in the most loving and maternal sort of way (after having forced them out of the base via violence). "HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL! STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT!" She slammed the door and locked the deadbolt ( ... )

Excel: That's my story. That's my story and please don't clap while you're driving, Lady.

Lady: I'M SORRY

Excel: LOOK MA, NO HANDS. That... that is my story that I wrote while in the... in the townhouse. Um. Once again, Inui, Sousuke, I am so, so, so sorry about that. I... I really am. I swear. Uh. This is an awkward moment for everyone, and it's time... it's time for, for Lady to talk, so I'm handing it over.

Lady: So what I'm thinking is, Excel had to dye her hair red to like. I dunno. Secret mission to infiltrate Irish zombies. Leprechaun zombies. Leperzombies, zombiechauns. And it'd been a couple weeks so things kind of faded, as hair dye tends to do. And her hair was pink at that point. [I have no idea what she says here.] Noooooooow Lee, as happens from time to time, a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit drunk. It's been awhile since he's seen his beloved Sakura-san, so he's like ( ... )

Excel: Isn't that beautiful? We're... we're all just crying with emotion in the car. But yeah. She has... she has a beautiful mullet-braid. It's a mullet braid with... what is it? Like an emo spike or something, even though she's not emo at all?

Lady: She has Cloud Strife's emo spike.

Excel: She has Cloud Strife's emo spike even though she's not emo at all. [Lee says something about her hair color] Yeah, we don't know what color her hair is. She's kind of a Mary Sue. They're all Mary Sues. In a way. Yeah. [more talking I can't quite hear]. We were like talking about this for like two hours, and now that we're actually, y'know, saying stuff on the phone, it seems like we've come up with very little information. Y'know?

Lady: Yeah, but I think there was a lot of forming and reforming of ideas.

Excel: Yeah, there was a lot of forming and reforming of ideas.

Lady: It's the creative process.

Excel: I will say how to spell Chyne Aughn L''Atrin'a. Okay. Where the hell did I write that down.

Lee: I remember how to spell it!

Excel: ( ... )