Johnson carried the baby into the livingroom by the leg. The baby, dangling upside down, didn't seem distressed. There were two men and a woman, shot in the head, dead in the livingroom, along with Fillmore, who was sitting on the sofa with the dead woman, watching the Kardashians. "What are we supposed to do with this baby?" asked Johnson. "It reeks." "You're not shitting me," said Fillmore. "Smells like it just shit a napalmed water buffalo." "Do you know how to change a diaper?" asked Johnson. "Change a diaper," said Fillmore. I'd didn't come here to change no diaper. Break its neck or something." "I'm not killing no baby." "Well, put it somewhere then, the police will find it. Let them change its diaper." The baby, still hanging upside down, had a line of drool hanging from its mouth to the floor. "We could maybe sell it," said Johnson. "What, on the internet? Baby for sale, needs change of diapers. Forget it. We don't know anybody in the market for a used baby." "Well, where should I put it?" "Put it on it's mommy's lap. That's where baby's like to be." "She's dead." "Well, the baby doesn't know that." "The baby might sense it." Fillmore got up. "Well, put it here then," he said, patting his former spot on the sofa. Johnson grabbed the baby's second leg and lowered it to the sofa. Immediately it let out a great scream. "Jesus," said Fillmore, "those things are awful. We'd be doing it a favor by shooting it." "I'm not shooting any baby, and you aren't either. It's an innocent little thing that never hurt anybody." "You didn't have any trouble shooting its mother." "That was different," said Johnson. "She tried to rip us off." He turned to the baby and in baby talk said, "Your momsy womsy tried to wip us off." Fillmore sighed. The baby continued to scream. Through the livingroom window you could see an old Chrysler and a pickup truck pulled up in the driveway. "You're a trip, Johnson," said Fillmore. "I'd take it home with me," said Johnson, "but the old lady would ask too many questions about where I got it. Besides, she hates kids." "There you go then," said Fillmore.