After stirring for a few minutes, he took out a flat, square mould and carefully poured the contents of the crucible into it. When the metal had solidified, he used tongs to lift the still glowing sheet and held it up to the robotlet.
"Do you know what this is?" asked the destroid.
"Well... um... a fridge magnet?" the robotlet scratched his head, as he had no idea.
"A fridge magnet! You've got to be kidding!" laughed the destroid, but in such a booming voice that the robotlet, startled, tore the strap of his copper haversack. "But you know what, you're right! That's exactly what it is."
With that, he pressed the hot sheet of metal hard against the other's chest. The robotlet leaped back screaming and tried desperately to scrape the square off his body, but by then it had fused to his surface. The heat spread through the robotlet's body, gently soothing his parts. Slowly he calmed down.
"Why did you do this, old dest...?" he began, but his words faltered as he looked at the destroid. Its black armor had crumpled and faded, its back had become even more hunched, and its voice trembled even more. There was hardly any charge left in the poor creature.