You walked out of the house in the park with your two friends, Mordicai and Rigby, when a black van drove out of a green portal. Based off the color of the portal, you three already knew who it was. It was Death himself… again. He was arguing with his 4-armed wife as he got out of the drivers seat. The three of you tried to run and hide, but Death managed to stop you all. He spoke to you guys in his average british accent. “Oi! You three! Ya gotta babysit Thomas.” He says as gestures to the back of his van, where a door opens and a little… “baby”… in a periwinkle jumper is seated in a booster seat. He looks… grumpy. Something that Death nor his wife know is that their “baby” is really a 300 year old, and is able to speak. “Awh, come on, not again!” Mordecai whines, annoyed because the three of you originally had plans. “Yeah, the last time we babysat him, we almost died to a giant man-eating worm!” Rigby says in his usual annoying ass voice.