"Wow, how much did you spend on this place?" Mr. T inquired.

"Not much, really," Payton replied.

"Hmm, of course. It's no different from a sewer pipe. At least keep it clean so customers will come, this fool," Mr. T remarked.

As Mr. T walked around the tailor shop, his eyes widened in disbelief... the clothing here was horrendous.

"Are you tailoring for animals? Because honestly, I thought these were rags for cleaning floors," Mr. T remarked.

"Why do you always have to mock me like that?" Payton grumbled.

"Do you have any redeeming qualities for me to praise?" Mr. T asked, chuckling.

"I'm taller than you," Payton blurted out.

"...," Mr. T was momentarily speechless.

"Hey, stop insulting short people like that!" Mr. T exclaimed, thrashing around like a child.

"You're 104 years old, look 14, and behave like you're 4," Payton sighed.

"Are you calling me a foolish child?!" Mr. T continued to thrash around.

"I never said you were foolish. Anyway, please be serious..." Payton said.

"Hmph. I'm mad at you now. I won't do anything else," Mr. T declared.

"Fine..." Payton sighed, tired of this angel.

"If you're willing to clean up this place and buy me some candy, I'll forgive you," Mr. T said, about to sit down but refrained due to the dirty floor.

Payton listened to Mr. T. He cleaned, swept, polished the windows, decorated the shop, and then rushed to the grocery store to buy some candy. When he offered it to Mr. T, he simply took it and placed it on the counter without touching any piece.

"Huh?" Payton questioned.

"Well, at first, this place looked dreadful, but after cleaning up, it's quite charming! Leaving the candy basket here will cheer up kids accompanying their mothers," Mr. T looked around and praised.

"Wait, really?" Payton said.

"Yeah. I just fooled you, haha. Look at your dumbfounded face," Mr. T turned to Payton and laughed.

"..." Payton.

"Now, there's only one more issue left. That's your tailoring skills. They're not up to par at all! Who taught you?" Mr. T asked.

"My older sister taught me..." Payton replied.

"Ah, then your sister must be very disappointed to see her younger sibling unable to do anything," Mr. T said, hitting Payton right in the heart.

"Can you help me then?" Payton asked.

"I have no idea," Mr. T replied bluntly.

"What?" Payton was bewildered.

"Do I look like I know anything about tailoring? I just buy clothes, never make them myself," Mr. T said.

"Wait, there are shops like this in heaven too?" Payton asked.

"Of course, why not? Well, I'll have to rely on a trustworthy person then!" Mr. T said, taking out his phone to make a call.