The MoG enter to announce a thrilling new development in the scroll-translation plotline. Wesley says that the Tro-clon is "a confluence of events," not a being. Angel frowns, wondering whether anyone will laugh if he asks what "confluence" means. Cordy restates the idea in smaller words, emphasizing the fact that there are probably "other horrible things we don't know about" involved. Angel is pleased to hear that "the kid isn't this evil, apocalyptic thing that we feared." He turns to Darla as he says this, and she gives him a look like, "What do you mean 'we,' paleface?" Wesley isn't ready to clear the kid of all apocalyptic connections, because he still has more action-packed translating to do. Darla announces that something is protecting the baby, and Fred asks how she knows that. Darla sits down and explains, "Because I can't get rid of it." Gunn points his crossbow at her and asks, "So you're saying if I shot this [into] your stomach, it wouldn't do anything?" Darla's willing to give it a try, but Angel intervenes. Wesley says, "Clearly something wants this thing to come to term." Just as I'm about to shout, "Yeah, but you don't know if it's something good, dork!" Wesley adds, "We'll wait for it to be born, then chop its head off." Cordy suggests getting a big mallet, and Gunn points out, "If it skitters, we should have a net or something. Maybe a flamethrower." Heh. Gunn's been watching Alien. Angel pulls out his Xander persona and insists, "There will be no throwing of flames!" He says they aren't going to do anything until they understand what's happening, and adds, "If anybody's got a problem with that, they should leave. Now." Darla cheerfully hops up and heads for the door until Angel grabs her arm. Angel waits for everyone to jump aboard his parenthood train. Cordy steps forward and asks, "You want me to protect the vampire bitch who bit me, and her evil love child?" Given how strong she is right now, I'm not sure Darla really needs protecting. Then Cordy punches Darla. Oh, my mistake. Having expressed her feelings, Cordy grins, "Okay, I'm in." Darla moans in pain, and Cordy teases her until Fred explains that Darla is having contractions. Everyone stares at Darla. Cordy's expression is wonderfully unsympathetic.