Source: Tamás Mayer"My dear children, open the door because I left my subway pass at home!" he grumbled.
But the robotlets inside replied confidently.
"Robotmom has a pleasant high voice, not deep and grumbling like yours, evil destroid! You can't trick us, we won't open the door!"
"Besides, she doesn't have a subway pass, you metal dummy!" the youngest robotlet screamed fiercely.
"What? Metal dummy? Just wait!" muttered the destroid in annoyance. He quickly hid in the tool shed at the end of the garden and tried to change his voice to sound like Robotmom's. "Children, children... um, a bit higher," he rumbled, adjusting one of the controls slightly higher. "Darlings, darlings... ah, almost there, just a bit softer," he experimented, lowering another control a little. "My little morsels, my little morsels... there, that's just right!" he nodded approvingly.
He walked back to the door and rang the intercom again.