[Utterly adorable, but utterly sad. Taryon's stories has hinted clearly, if that's an adverb you can use with the word "hint", that he had a lonely childhood, and this this was just more proof.]

Hm, I'm enjoying the thought of a little you with a tremendous a moustache. Traipsing around in your rich boy small pants swinging sticks around with your robot.

[He gasps softly, an idea striking him.]

Did Doty also wear small pants?