Your visual sensor in the sunroom is able to watch the scene, whilst your auditory sensor picks up the vocals. You watch as, with an utter change in demeanor, Mathew snarls at the man. Tearing out the gag with an utter lack of his former kindness, he slams his fist into the restrained man's face. This is not the laughter-backtracked chorus of slaps that you saw on the television.
This is human. This is primal rage, as the old man's knuckles crack the youngster's teeth. "Well?!" The scientist hisses at the man, propping him up for a second punch. "What do you have to say for yourself?! Do you have any idea what you've done to my son?" The second punch makes the man's head spin wildly, the blood flowing freely as an enraged man unleashes the strength only a father can claim. "The world you've exposed him to! The crime! The sheer hate you've brought into this house!" A third punch, a fourth. The man only groans as he coughs up several tooth fragments that were down his throat.
"I...Please." The criminal asked your creator, only to get a knee to the pelvis. The man doubled-over into your creator's shoulder, who only guided him towards the steam engine as it hissed away.
"You won't touch my son ever again." The scientist promised, slamming him against the steam engine's hull. Kicking open the hatch, he gave one final, primitive smile at the boy. "Say hello to the Devil for me." There was a final cry of a foreign dialect, heard throughout the house, as your creator- Mathew Petsk- threw a petty criminal into the heater of your steam engine. Slamming the door shut, he simply stood there, watching the body writhe until it stopped.
Turning from the flames he yelled down below, "Hey, son! Anything you want me to pick up from the hardware store?" He asked in his usual cheery tone, walking down the stairs.