— Looks like your baby came out of the eugenics machine beautifully.
— Doctor, that is a white, blonde, blue eyed baby. How could it possibly be mine?
— That’s what the instructions said. Was that not in your order?
— No! That doesn’t make any sense. Why would I ask for that?
— I don’t know! I just assumed you wanted… you know…
— Excuse me?
— Oh my god, I really messed up. Does this make me racist?
— Yes it makes you super racist!
— Jesus, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to do with this baby now.
— …Does it still bounce?
— It is the bounciest baby we have ever made.
— Why don’t I go ahead and take that baby then.
— But that doesn’t mean I don’t think this whole situation is super fucked up!
— Of course, of course. My apologies again. I think I’ve learned an important lesson today.
— Cool. If anyone needs us, we’ll be on the roof.