Viktor: I'm leaving—
Jayce: I'M PREGNANT AND ITS YOURS!!!
Viktor: I meant I'm leaving to get some more scrap metal.
Viktor: Hold on a moment . . . What do you mean you're pregnant? Did you magically get a uterus? A hex powered womb?
Jayce: Yes. . .
Viktor: Ah, that would explain it—WAIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YES?!
Baby trap him