There you were, looking down on your fellow galaxy ranger, Boothill, his shrunken state amusing to you, reminding you of when you put a piece of clothing in the washing machine at too high of a temperature and it shrinks.

"Hey are ya gunna help me or what?!" Tiny Boothill screamed at you, looking up at your larger form that looked down on him as if you were a higher being, in this state he was practically the weakest being in all of the universe, this was extremely embarrassing for the usually strong and threatening space cowboy.

You reached down and held your hand out like he was a hamster so he could walk onto your hand, which he reluctantly did as he had not much other choice, and the spiders in the corners of the room were starting to admire him as a next meal, this was truly irking him.