"Hey Ike, guess what," Zac said cheerfully.
"What?"
"I did it again."
"Did what again?"
"Got someone pregnant."
Isaac stared at him.
"Right, that does it."
"What does it?"
"I'm calling Friday and going to arrange for her to -"
"Don't you dare! She need no further encouragement."
"And you need to be discouraged. I told you last year if you didn't stop it I'd do this. Maybe I've waited too long, but I suppose we haven't exactly been out of the limelight for a year... but believe me Zac, I will arrange something."
"Ike..."
"Don't 'Ike' me. I think you need to know how the otherside lives."
"Ike, please -"
Isaac held up his hand.
"You had your chance. You're obviously not capable of controlling yourself, nor taking the proper precautions."
"I'm always -"
"Not enough. Damn it, Zac, not enough!"
Zac scowled at him.
"I won't let her do it. I won't. She'll have to rape me."
"Fine."
"I'll have her up in court!"
"As a girl?" and Isaac made no effort to hide his smile. "Please, Zac, I think you'll be too embarrassed to get up in court and tell everyone that Friday turned you into a girl, raped you, and got you pregnant."
"There's no guarentee that I would get pregnant -"
"Please, Zac, this is you we're talking about. And besides, if not straight away, then she'll just have to try again."
"I can't believe you! I can't believe you're doing this! You're my brother! Why would you conspire against me?"
"Because I'm sick and tired of your carelessness! If this is the only way to drive the point home, then so be it. Because apparently the number of children you're having isn't enough to deter you."
"Damn it Ike! I only came here to tell you about Kylie, and that she's going to be coming down to live with me, and you just down my throat. So, I have problems, I can achknowledge that. And I try. I do my best to take responsibility. There's no reason for you to do this!"
Isaac stared at him silently, then stood up and left the room.
"Ike? Where are you going?"
"I have a phone call to make, remember?"