With great reverence, allow me to introduce you to an Angel. Not just any Angel, but a Guardian Angel. This Guardian Angel descends to Earth to aid humanity, like many other angels, but with an extra touch of expertise. And this Angel is none other than...

"What is your name?" the Angel guarding the gate inquired.

"Well, people usually refer to me as Mr. T, please address me correctly, remember to say Mr. T, don't leave out the 'Mr.' part," the Guardian Angel aka Mr. T responded.

"Why have you descended to Earth?" the Angel guarding the gate questioned.

"To help humanity, what else? Are you clueless?" Mr. T retorted.

Skipping ahead to the scene where Mr. T is hovering in the mortal realm, examining the list he holds in his hand.

"A professional tailor? How mundane. Well, since I've taken on the task, let's get it done," Mr. T remarked.

Mr. T conjured a smile akin to that of a genuine angel, then released it gracefully from the heavens to land directly at the doorstep of the person he was meant to protect.

"Huh?!" Payton, also known as the homeowner, exclaimed upon witnessing someone falling from the sky.

"Oh, hi there, kiddo," Mr. T stood up, brushed off the dust, and turned to Payton.

"Kiddo? I'm 19 years old, you know," Payton replied.

"So what? I'm 104, remember?" Mr. T chuckled mischievously.

"Who lives to that age?!" Payton exclaimed.

"Well, humans these days..." Mr. T sighed deeply.

"What?"

"If you see someone fall, at least inquire if they're okay, right? You're even doubting someone's age over here," Mr. T said, tapping his foot on the ground in frustration.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I was just shocked, didn't react in time... Oh, wait." Payton suddenly paused.

"How did you fall from the sky and still land on your feet like that?!" Payton exclaimed.

"Oh, now you notice? People these days have trouble grasping things. Well, let me explain it to you," Mr. T said.

"I'll be the one bringing benefits to you until you no longer need me. That's it," Mr. T swiftly explained.

"What do you mean?" Payton asked.

"Well, your tailor shop is about to close down. Now I'm here to help you escape that fate," Mr. T said.

"Wait, you'll help me?" Payton exclaimed, as if catching a glimpse of prey.

"Of course, it's my job. Let's start with your shabby shop," Mr. T said.

"Are you going to make it beautiful?" Payton inquired.

"Where did you get that idea? Am I supposed to be some sort of magic-wielding genie, casting spells and enchantments like in the movies? Dream on. I'm just a guide. Either you follow my lead, or you ignore me and close your shop. Your call," Mr. T stated.

Payton fell silent.

"Seems like it's the latter, so let's cut to the chase!" Mr. T declared, stepping into Payton's tailoring shop.