Source: Tamás Mayer"My little mor... um... children, open the door because I left my wallet at home!"
But the eldest robotlet noticed the destroid's black armor through the peephole in the door, so he replied like that:
"Our Robotmom has a beautiful silver covering, not an ugly black one like yours, evil destroid! You can't fool us, we won't open the door!"
"Besides, she doesn't have a wallet, you black pumpkin-head!" the youngest robotlet shouted even more fiercely.
"What? Black pumpkin-head? You'll regret this!" the destroid grumbled again.
He went back to the tool shed and searched until he found a small box of silver paint. He used it to paint his head and front covering, then went back to the door with a vicious grin and rang the bell for the third time.
"My children, open the door because I left my cell phone at home!"
The robotlets heard Robotmom's voice, and through the peephole of the door, they saw Robotmom's beautiful shiny silver covering. And besides, Robotmom had a mobile phone.
"This is our Robotmom!" the robotlets rejoiced, and they opened the door.