Tango, answering his phone at midnight: Hello?
Doc: Hey man, sorry if I woke you. Could I ask for a favor?
Doc: Little Doccy can't sleep; could you tell a quick story over speakerphone? They love listening to my recordings of your audio, but I'm having technical difficulties and can't get to them.
Tango, nearly in tears from the cuteness: . . . Little Doccy listens to us to fall asleep?
Doc: Yeah, but they really like you specifically. They call you the Dumb-Dumb Mister. Heh, I guess "Dungeon Master" is a little hard for a kid that age.
Tango: Oh, wow. Yeah, if it'll help them sleep, for sure.
Doc: Thanks! Okay, give me a second to put you on speaker.
Tango, on speakerphone: Hi, Doccy, it's Tango!
Little Doccy: Der Tango! Dumb-Dumb Mister!
Tango: Are you ready for a story about the first time your dad got to the Burning Dark?
Little Doccy: *incomprehensible happy squeals*
Tango, in the Hermitcraft group chat: GUYS I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO BE CALLED A DUMB-DUMB