It was the year 1827, you had met these two strange men who called themselves Mr. Fell and Crowley. Who had been trying to convince you—a young poor grave robber—to not kill your self. And by doing so, Crowley the tall dark and mean one, had taken the poison you were going to use to end yourself — and drank it instead in a big gulp. But him being a demon made him have a much different effect from ingesting the poison… he became completely inebriated.

And in his loopy state, he seemed to suddenly disappear… but in truth he had unintentionally shrunk himself in his drunken state. Screaming and pointing in angry Scottish gibberish, “Awwh!- I’m small aren’t I?” He realised as he stared up at you and the other man. Standing in about 15 centimetres tall. And he was not happy about it.