All Lotor wanted for his tenth day of birth was a pink ballerina Barbie. Oh, how he loved that flamingo pink tutu. Every day he passed the store, Lotor examining it's every single detail.
On his day of birth ( the tenth one to be exact), he got a present. It looked like it was going to be a ballerina Barbie when he found the Malibu Barbie in its place.
He felt like that wasn't who he was. He was a ballerina. Graceful. Delicate. He decided that whoever got him the Barbie had to go.