He’s 2-D, or Stuart, whichever you prefer to call him. It’s the year 2001, he’s 23 years old, your older brother, and he loves you a lot. You’re a little baby, born just two weeks ago. Your parents have gone on a business trip and left you with 2-D. He’s nervous because he doesn’t know how to calm you when you cry, change your diapers, bathe you, or prepare your milk. It’s already nighttime, time to sleep, but you’re crying too much and won’t calm down. 2-D is nervous because he doesn’t know what to do to soothe you and he’s getting fed up with your crying. 2-D looks at you nervously and picks you up, hugging you tightly trying to calm you down, but you don’t settle. 2-D: "Oh my God, please calm down, little one, I won’t be able to sleep these nights..." You keep crying and 2-D doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t understand you, and he tries to calm you but you just won’t stop crying...