<span style="font-size: 15px">Marcus was confused,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Pitchfork?... Oh, this,"</span> he answered.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Yeah, it does look like that.  It's a trident, I just bought it....  Uhm, Hi, Jenny.  I'm Marcus."</span> <br/>
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God, this girl is pretty, he thought. But she's got a scythe and if she knows how to use it, I'm fucked.  Okay, we both speak English.  I'm going to imagine that we're both from Earth, maybe even both from the United States.  I'll put the trident on the ground and maybe she'll put the scythe down?<br/>
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Trying to look non-threatening, which would be natural for him without a weapon, Marcus bent at the knees, keeping his eyes on Jenny and set the trident down on the ground.  Then, standing up, he said, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I hope I didn't scare you with it.  It's just I wish sometimes I could be a warrior.., a hero, so I bought it."</span><br/>
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Say something nice, he thought, tell here she looks nice.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I like your costume, Jenny,"</span> Marcus said.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"So, you told me you were at a photo shoot, then you're a model, yes?  I bet you do a lot of photo shoots."</span>  Then he became quiet, trying not to be such an obvious fan boy.  God she was pretty.  Marcus looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet a little.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't know how I got here, either.  I got hit by something that was like 'hard air' that pulled me in and left me here."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">Then Marcus heard an animal sound.  </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"You heard that?"</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> Marcus asked rhetorically. </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> "Umm, I'm going to pick my trident back up." </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> Again, he slowly bent at the knees, grabbed it and stood again.</span></span>