Vincent: Aaron! I know you've done something!

Aaron: Whatever do you mean?

Vincent: You've always done something! It's a lovely day out, we're having good time. What have you done?

Aaron: You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel.

Vincent: Aaron...

Aaron: I am a respected member of the community. To even insinuate...

Vincent: Okay Aaron, so what did you do today?

Aaron: Well, let's see... I washed the car...

Vincent: Uh-huh.

Aaron: I made a donation to the local girl scout troop...

Vincent: Sure.

Aaron: I returned an overdue movie at Blockbuster.

Vincent: What else?

Aaron: Hmm... I stepped on a ladybug by accident.

Vincent: Go on.

Aaron: And... I baked some banana bread for our neighbor, Austin. I believe that's it. Done.

Vincent: That's it.

Aaron: That's all I did today.

*crack in time appears*

Aaron: Ohhh....

Vincent: Aaron, what is that?!

Aaron: I may have forgotten to mention one of my activities.

Vincent: Aaaroon!

Aaron: I apologize. That was wrong.

Vincent: Explain, Aaron!

Aaron: Well, from here, it looks like a weather balloon.

Vincent: I'm not in the mood for this!

Aaron: I think it's just a lens flare and some dust.

Vincent: Just tell me, Aaron!

Aaron: Fine. I may have created a crack in space-time.

*several baby hands comes out*

Aaron: Through which to collect millions of baby hands.

Vincent: Huh.

Aaron: What do you mean, "huh"?

Vincent: I think I was expecting worse.

Aaron: Worse? But this is totally fucked, bro.

Vincent: I know, but after last time with the nuke and the faces, it's just-

Aaron: Come on, look at this! How did I even do this?

Vincent: I don't understand how or why you do anything!

Aaron: Do you know what it feels like to be Aaron right now? It hurts. Not as much as the babies, but it hurts.

Vincent: Uh, Aaron?

Aaron: What?

Vincent: Why are there only hands from white babies?

Aaron: Well, you know, whiteys gotta pay.

Vincent: Ah.

Aaron: And the payment is baby hands.