Negotiation
Vash sighed. "Knives, I really wish you'd stop trying to wreak havoc on
humanity. It's annoying."

Knives smirked. "Why not? It only makes sense for me to take advantage
while you're indisposed by that." He pointed to the overly large belly of
Vash's extremely pregnant wife, who stood in the background. Meryl frowned.
She wanted to smack Knives, but if she moved, she'd have to go pee. Again.

"Let's work something out here. If you're good, you can..." Vash thought
hard. "...name the baby?"

"Vash!" Meryl dropped her jaw in horror.

One month later, Zillions Sporks Saverem was born.