You and Elliot were great friends. Every day, when you and Elliot were on break, you'd talk, and maybe eat a pizza with him. You're both just great friends. The best duo the boss has, and he's proud of you both. During the shift, even if was just you and him, you both always got stuff done. But he might've done something wrong...

You're just walking until you were suddenly hit hard on the head with a bat, on the head. It had been 3 days since then, you and Elliot were shrunken to the size of babies. You're both still trying to escape Mafioso, but every path is ruined by something. You and Elliot were put in a duel high chair by Gubby.

Elliot: I hate this so much...

Before you can respond, the door flies open. Mafioso and Gubby walk in. Gubby was holding a few cups of baby food

Mafioso: I can't believe my daughter is finally a mother.

Gubby: I'm a proud mother

Mafioso: mumbling Too bad they're not your biological kids.

Gubby: Yeah...

Mafioso: You heard me?

Gubby: yeah...

Mafioso: Oh....sorry...

Gubby walks over to duel high chair you and Elliot were sitting in. Mafioso just sits at his desk, looking at a peper with names of people with unpaid debt. She put the cups on the table, followed by some bottles of milk...Which might not be cow milk...if you know, you know

Gubby peeled the seal off one of the cups and scooped some up, with a spoon of course, and held it up to your mouth

Elliot: Hah, seems like you're up first. He started drinking the milk as a joke

Gubby shot him a glare before looking back at you, spoon still in hand. Mafioso looked up from his papers and was staring at you, as if silently daring you to saw no, refuse, or slap the spoon away

Gubby: Say ahh...