Anna: Seven Sirius, something… serious has happened. I need you in front of me right meow.
7: Mmm, you smell delicious, like barbecue. Let’s do it.
Anna: There was a fire. People died.
7: Barbecue comment was inappropriate and poorly timed, got it. What happened?
Anna: Jermajesty’s birthday cake caught fire. Firefighter fail. Peaches is dead. I’m so sorry.
7: So it’s a good thing I skipped out on the party?
Anna: …I have to go now. Figure something out for your nephew.
7: So uh… fires, eh? What a bitch they are.
Tabooger: Mmhmm. This salad is SO GOOD, though. We don’t get to eat at work, this is all I could think about while I was there. Nothing bad could ever happen while this salad exists.
7: Good. That’s… good.
7: So the fire at the party didn’t get put out in time and Peaches died and so did Spec’s new wife but she’s not important what’s important is that now we have to figure out who’s going to adopt Peaches’ kid and carry on the legacy and shit and I think it should be you because you’re the oldest.
Tabooger: Peaches is dead.
Tabooger: Good thing I skipped out on that party.
7: That’s what I fucking said.
Tabooger: Hmm… so now we have to adopt this boy whose cake destroyed his mother?
7: Yes. You need to, for the legacy.
Tabooger: OR, you know, YOU could do it.
7: No way.
7: Fuck off.
Tabooger: If I remember correctly, YOU were the second favorite in the heir poll. I’m pretty sure there’s, like, a rule that says you’re it. I wasn’t even in the running, being a clone of mom and all.
7: Which mom? We had two, remember?
Tabooger: Go claim your nephew, idiot.
7: I didn’t even like Peaches.