HH-HB

*Alastor would notice a bite taken out of one of the papers*

*Alastor holds up the nibbled paper* Well now. Someone's been busy~ *grins at Lola* Let's find you something more... edible, shall we?

*Alastor opens desk drawer* Alastor: Ah, perfect~ *pulls out a red lollipop*

*Fawn'd burst in* Fawn: HI STRIKER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I got you a gift! It's outside!

*Striker jumps, hand instinctively going to his gun* Striker: Christ, Fawn! A little warning next time!

Fawn: Wanna see your gift??

*Vox lies in cat bed, cone of shame on* Vox: Mrrrow... *tiny paw reaches for cone irritably*

*Suddenly, on TV, the shooter would shoot Bambi instead of his Mom*

*Angel goes silent* Angel: ...what.

*Angel's eyes widen* Angel: NO! BAMBI! *sobs into couch* This is YOUR fault, Vox!

*That night, Vox would lock Valentino out of their room*

*Valentino pounds on door* Valentino: Vox! Baby, let me in! *voice cracks* I'm sorry about the kid!

*Vox's screen flickers violently* Vox: I'll kill you myself if you come near me again.

*Alastor sets her on counter* Alastor: Stay. *turns to fridge*

*Angel walks in* Angel: Al, seriously?

*Alastor doesn't look up* Alastor: What now, Angel? *pulls out raw meat from fridge* We're having breakfast.

Fawn: See? There's a 13% chance you won't! Don't worry!

*3 hours later*

*Surgeon emerges* Surgeon: He lost them.

*Angel walks in, pregnant belly visible* Angel: Guess who's having twins?~

Flixis: Ooh are you pregnant?!

*Angel grins* Angel: Nope!

*The pups whimper and press against each other, watching Angel leave*

*The pups huddle together, crying softly*

*A truck suddenly crashes into them, killing all 7 instantly* Angel: *from distance* PERFECT! Problem solved!

*Angel struts in* Angel: Mornin' cutie! *steals a waffle slice*

Fawn: Hi. *she'd continue eating*

*Husk grunts, pouring coffee* Husk: Morning.