[Hey Asgard, Norman's checking in from Hel's graveyard...and it appears that he's surrounded by a several hungry looking goats that are staring intently at his head. Poor kid looks incredibly uncomfortable.]

Ummm, I was going to ask if there's a store in the city that sells bikes, but I think the better question is...how do I stop all these goats from following me? They're kind of creeping me ou--wah?!

[While he was talking, one particularly hasty goat decided to try to step on Norman's back to try to get at his hair. The kid ducks automatically under the weight but ends up falling over in the process with a yelp. The rest of the goats begin swarming him, trying to take a bite out of his hair as Norman struggles to get up.]

You stupid goats! OW! Hey, STOP! [His expression grows increasingly panicked.] I SAID STOP-!!!

[Suddenly, several dark, shadowy spikes shoot up from the ground around him (narrowly missing the goats), and the scene grows even more chaotic with the sound of bleating goats as they begin fleeing. The ones that aren't quick enough are shoved away by the spikes versatile and begin whipping at the goats sides.]

W-what the...

[The next second, Norman's suddenly....glowing? And in the blink of an eye, he's only a foot tall at most with a pointed red hat covering his hair, and his whole body (even his clothes) has a glossy look to it.]

What's going on?! [His voice is now incredibly squeaky as well. Guess who just turned into a living gnome?]