"Eehh… A name? Me? You want me to think of a name for the baby?"
"Hmhm. Just think of any name that comes out of your mind"
"But why me? The baby did not come out of me"
"Of course it didn't! The only thing that will come out of you is feces!"
"D-does that mean I should name my poop from now on?"
"Ugh, Viel! If I didn't just have a human come out from inside me I will smack you in the head!"
"Sshhh… my wife, you will wake up our baby"
"Then why don't you think of a name- oh, I suddenly feel so sleepy"
"Are you alright!?"
"I'm fine, just a bit woozy. Viel, you better come up of a name before I fall asleep"
"Eehh.. why not let Antoinette do it?"
"....zZzzz"
"Do you really think Antoinette can even think? Our girl is blacked out to oblivion"
"A name… ahmmm…"
"And don't come up with something like Special Prisoner or whatever!"
"T-then how about…
...Mr. Baby?"
"...."
