"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.

"Hi bro. Need your help with something," Mr. T said.

"I'm busy," the voice on the other end refused outright.

"Well...~ Please agree to help. I won't tease you anymore—" Mr. T hadn't finished speaking before the other end hung up.

"Failed in asking for help," Mr. T turned to Payton and chuckled.

"Now what?" Payton asked.

"Do you have money?" Mr. T asked.

"Well, yes," Payton replied.

"Then go to some tailoring class or something, dummy. When you finish, call me!" Mr. T sat on the counter. Payton did as Mr. T said and walked out. Mr. T watched Payton's silhouette for a while, then glanced at his silver pocket watch.

"Maybe about a month should do it..." Mr. T pondered, adjusting his watch before sinking into sleep.

Three hours of sleep for Mr. T was actually over a month for everyone else. Payton woke him up, and the young man looked very different.

"Who are you?" Mr. T asked the 1.80-meter-tall person with green-dyed hair.

"It's me. Payton," Payton said.

"What the fuck?! It's only been a month and you've changed so fast?!" Mr. T exclaimed.

"And you're still as short as last month, huh?" Payton remarked.

"..." Mr. T immediately smacked Payton's head for the height insult.

"Who gave you the right to compare heights, huh? Despicable," Mr. T said.

"Okay, okay. What do I do now?" Payton asked.

"Everything looks fine now. Open your shop," Mr. T said.

Payton began to open the shop, and many customers came in to take a look. Everything seemed normal until one customer said,

"Wow, this young employee looks so young, probably just my son's age." The thing is, the customer's son was an elementary school student.

"Mind your own business! I'm 104 years old——" Mr. T was about to yell but was silenced by Payton covering his mouth.

"Oh, sorry. This is my nephew. He's going through a rebellious phase, so don't mind him," Payton said.

"Oy oy oy! (You're lying)" Mr. T yelled, but still being muffled by Payton's hand, so only soft grunts came out.

"Please act like a normal human for me," Payton said.

"I don't want to! People like you dare to control me?!" Mr. T yelled.

"Want some candy?" Payton offered a bag of candy to Mr. T.

"Yes, yes," Mr. T eagerly grabbed the bag of candy and sat on the counter to eat.

"But don't think you can silence me," Mr. T said.

"Okay, okay. Just eat, please," Payton was quite used to this childish behavior of the angel by now.