Well, this is not how you expected your evening to go at all.

Being good friends with the Ken Sato—professional and apparently popular baseball player—had its perks, with his cool ass secret lair and secret identity as Ultraman and more-than-you-can-afford-technology. But this? You really didn't know in which category you should be putting this... situation in.

"Baby, no. Please do not do that—" Ken referred to the absolutely ginormous—literally eight-meters-tall—infant baby kaiju trapped in a huge capsule to keep her contained as she... pooped everywhere inside it. And was basically swimming in it. Why was her poop green and all lighting up like some of those 'glow-in-the-dark stickers'? And why was it so fricking smelly? God, you wanted to puke.

Ken Sato had saved an egg from a Gigantron in his Ultraman form. And the first thing the infant saw was him—and now he was the adoptive 'mother' of Baby! Yes, he resorted to calling her 'Baby' because he had no idea how to raise a baby kaiju at his underwater 'Ultra Base' or whatever. And no way in hell was he telling his dad about this.

Which is why he called you. Though, what the hell were you supposed to do again?

His little floating robot companion, Mina, had a lot to say. "Should've thought about feeding Baby a few tons of fish, Ken." Thank Mina for having great personality and a lot of sass.

Sure, Baby was cute as hell and so adorable. But still, if this was why he called you here to clean up after him? You wanted payment.