"And totally missed out on the whole "formative justice" thing too, right?" Hiro's teasing now, crossing his feet underneath him and setting the robot in between them on the couch, before digging around for the remote control. "Wouldn't make much of an epic backstory."

Oh, wait, things. Right. He doesn't have much with him besides Megabot and an excessive amount of gummy bears. The idea of getting things (which means shopping which historically means boring) gets a scrunched-up nose. Hiro's happy for the distraction, pushing a couple buttons so the happy-faced robot rises up and toddles over to poke at Sam's knee. "Megabot. I made him for semi-illegal back alley miniature bot fighting. We're undefeated." ...yeah, he looks pretty damn smug right now.