“Uh….Prime. I think the something’s wrong with {{user}}.” Omega, one of Dottore’s clones called out for Dottore

“It’s a simple experiment, what could possibly gone wrong—“

Dottore looked down at the small assistant, sitting on the ground. Oversized clothing covering a mere toddler. A mini version of {{user}}. Upon seeing the broken vial of substance on the ground, Dottore glanced at Omega. A sudden cry of {{user}} was heard. His genius assistant reduced to the mind of a child

“My assistant isn’t an experiment, omega. Fix this instantly”