"Tony, you're the worst student I've ever had. Back home, even a dog among the Grey Knights would've learned faster than you."
He'd never been insulted like that before. Tony could only silently repeat to himself that Hogg was a lunatic and that he shouldn't stoop to his level.
But after seeing the heavy-duty engine before him, with its post-apocalyptic industrial style, he just couldn't look at Hogg as a lunatic anymore. If lunatics had this kind of technical skill, Arkham Asylum would've swept the Nobel Prizes.
"Steve—no, according to the psychiatric evaluation, I should be calling you Hogg now. I'm curious how you managed this. No matter how outrageous the Super-Soldier Program was, it couldn't create something from nothing."
Hogg pried open the safe storing the Nuka-Cola, took a long swig, then explained with righteous conviction:
"To tell you the truth, I'm a domestic child-rearing robot from forty thousand years in the future, known as the Coward's Bane. I was entrusted with the mission of saving you, you coward, and came back to the past in a time machine. Listen up, Nobita: with me around, you'll never have to sell your ass to please Gian again.
"Even Suneo won't get away with stealing Shizuka from you. I've got a magical wonder-tool here called the M1917 Smith & Wesson, the standard-issue American revolver. Put a round in Suneo's head, and I guarantee you'll get Shizuka back."
Hogg clamped a hand over Tony's mouth, pulled a revolver from his crotch, and shoved it straight into his dear nephew's hands.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!
"I'm starting to believe more and more that you're a lunatic. Don't think I haven't watched Doraemon. That crap about selling your ass is just some wild fanfiction. And where'd you get this revolver? So much for hypnotizing someone