*baby crying*
It's your turn, buddy.
What? No way, it's your turn.
Maybe it's good for the baby, you know?
Let it learn a sleep schedule.
*strange buzzing*
Are you OK?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
OK, just take some advil, it'll help.
Maybe I can sleep in a little longer?
*shoulder slap*
*cranking of screwdriver*
*baby starts crying*
*cranks by hand*
Stove on. Stove on!
*Cheap engine and fire turning on*
*eggs cooking*
*opens drawer*
*flicks lighter*
*Strange sounds of something banging*
*inhale*
*flicks the lighter*
*strange sounds of banging intensify*
Mel!
*closing cupboard*
I think we got rats again.
*sounds of banging intensify*
*banging sounds of machinery*
*cranking of springs*
*gasp*
*ringing*
fire alarm going off
eggs burning
Melissa?
Stove off!
Melissa, what was that? Huh?
Back up!
You didn't take the advil.
What?
You didn't clean the dishes,
you couldn't even cook the goddamn eggs!
Well I was a little distracted!
*slams dishes*
There, now can you please tell me what's going on?
*computer turning on, footsteps*
Leon, this is the backup version of you.
Okay, why is there a backup version of me?
Just in case you get sick of this and try and take off,
or you just somehow lose your temper,
or you just don't step up a little bit.
I've been stepping up.
Right.
*scrubbing of dishes*
Mel, I'm sorry,
I- I'm not great at this.
but I'm not going anywhere,
so can we please get rid of this thing, and get back to our day?
Huh?
Come on, baby.
*gags*
*spits violently*
*chatter of small sparks*
Melissa!
*big loud sparks and screaming*
*sparks stop, thump*
*baby crying*
*clicking from remote*
*powering up of computer*
Honey, I just had the craziest dream.
I was fighting myself-
-can you get the baby?
Okay, and then you are going to tell me what's going on.
Where you going, huh?
Hush little baby, don't say a word
daddy's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Daddy's going to buy you a diamond ring.
*random machine sounds from workshop*
That was a fucking nightmare!
That's why they are supposed to take the pills
before the next version wakes up.
Look, it was for the best,
that last version was insecure, lazy and selfish,
he was smoking in the kitchen, behind your back.
Sounds familiar.
*laughter*
*coughing*
I'm sorry, we just got to get this right.
I know, I'm scared.
Hey, I'll be here.