It was an especially smelly day in Maldraxxus, almost like low tide by an apple juice factory. He was picking scabs off his small construct. His name was Lemmy. Mortignis was sure that it must have a small brain with big eyes and a big heart and small limbs and squishy bits all over.
Now Mortignis had thought to himself.
“Ah well er uh I think these arms aren’t much use to you, I think I put something on wrong.”
Mortignis blinked a few times and the sludge in his eyes cleared off to see that Lemmy had arms much too big than intended originally. He then drank more of his “magical” potion and fondled his needle sack.
“I don’t know Lemmy, do you think you’ll be able to fit into small, ever so tiny holes to find me good mushrooms to eat so that I can feel good all the time?”
Lemmy blinked as his brain was small and smooth and aerodynamic thus fast if thrown at high speeds.
“Oh jeese I forgot the vocal chords, here I found an old pig throat at the bottom of my bags from years ago.”
The warlock stapled the vocal chords in the general area of Lemmy’s neck and with just a little dash of sweet sweet necrolord magic Lemmy was able to talk.
He was small, he sounded small, in fact you could fit him in the pocket of most men’s jeans! He sounded strange and low, with a definite inspiration of a long dead swine.
“Eyo lemme find some holes!” The small abomination yelled.
Mortignis’ eyes widened in pure glee with a flame of insanity billowing from the centers of his pupils.
"MY BOY!
The warlock grabbbed him and tossed him into the air in celebration!
To be continued.