Bob used his lucky coin to jump through space and time to see his new baby son. He held little junior in his arms and cried like a whelp. Suddenly the nurse cried out, "But who is the mother?!?!?"
"Mother?" Jr. said. "I thought I was a laboratory creation!"
Bob took no notice of any of this. "I want you to know that whatever alternate dimensions I get thrown into, and not matter how many times I die, I will always have you with me!" he said to Bob Jr. "Um, wait, that came out wrong..."
"What kind of name is Bob?" asked the baby. "I want to be known as the Rubber Duckie of Westmarch! You can call me RDW for short." Jr. winked at the ladies.