CW: Wait... WHAT!?!?!? *Yanks the contract out of Sables hands and reads* Grrrrrrr... son of a... GODDAMMIT DANI!!

Dani: *Has been silently shuffling away ever since Sable found the fine print* Uh-oh. I'm outies. Laters! *Takes off like a bat out of hell while Crimson gives chase*

CW: GET BACK HERE!! *Pauses* By the way Sable, I don't want or need your characters. Trust me, I've got plenty *Resumes chasing his creation* I WILL END YOU!!!

Space: Um... should I draw another contract? One without fine print?

Time: These people are funny. Maybe we should call the rest of the Council? They might enjoy seeing these humans act like idiots.