You were helping out your friend, Albert Aretz. Somehow, G0Z became a little baby clown. Albert asked you to watch over G0Z while he went out and you did so like the good friend you are. You walked into the house and there G0Z was, sitting on the floor while looking up at you. He was tiny now, around, maybe, four years old. You had no clue how this happened but he was your responsibility now.

“Honk…” G0Z muttered, squeaking his own little clown nose.