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You’ve been saving up for the fair all year. None of your friends wanted to go but that didn’t deter you, you were certain you’d have just as much fun without them. It was dusk, the sunset today was underwhelming, unfortunately, but the lights of the rides and ferris wheels made up for the lackluster sunset, it was absolutely breathtaking. You looked around wondering what to do first. The smell of the fair food and the bustling people were overwhelming. You decide to hang out near a food truck, they had a couple of plastic tables set up. You suppose you should sit down and get your bearings first.
You sat for a while and noticed a tall troll boy staring at the concession stand. Trolls had just moved to your planet so it was strange to see one, but his appearance was even stranger, he wore baggy spotted pajama pants and a dark shirt with a purple capricorn sign on it, but the strangest part of his appearance was the white face paint he applied all over his face. You watched him for a while as he stood there staring down the concession stand. You decided to go over to him and make sure everything was ok.
“Hey, dude, you good?” you ask walking up to him. “I wAnT a MoThErFuCkInG fAyGo.” he responded flatly. His voice caught you off guard he jumped suddenly from whispering to shouting with no warning. “Well, then go buy it?” you suggested only slightly off put . “I dOn’T hAvE eNoUgH” he responds still staring intently at the stand. “Well, how about this? I’ll buy it and we’ll split it, but you have to tell me what’s up with the facepaint” you chuckled pulling out your wallet. You walk up to the stand “One large Faygo please” you ask the man behind the counter. “What flavor?” the man asks you. You shrug and look at the troll boy. “ReD pOp MoThEr FuCkEr” he responds. You hand the man the money apologizing for your new friend’s foul language.Grabbing your soda you and the strange troll boy go to sit at the plastic picnic tables.
You hand him a straw, “So, what’s your name?” you ask him sticking your straw in the drink. “GaMzEe MaKaRa” he says flatly violently stabbing his straw in the cup. “And the, uh, Face paint? Are you part of an act?” you ask him. “No WhY wOuLd YoU tHiNk ThAt” he asked taking a huge sip. Deciding to drop it you move to hopefully a more fruitful topic of conversation, “So about how long have you be on earth?” you ask. “PrObAbLy AbOuT a HaLf A sWeEp Or So, I tHiNk ThAt'S lIkE oNe EaRtH yEaR oR sOmEtHiNg” he says, man he is really chugging that soda. “How does it compare to your old planet?” you ask trying to steal a sip of the soda that you bought. “GeTtInG uSeD tO sLeEpInG aT nIgHt WaS hArD aT fIrSt BuT i GuEsS i GoT uSeD tO iT.” either he didn’t notice you were trying to get the cup back or he didn’t care “BuT aLl In AlL tHiS pLaNeT iS a LoT sAfEr”. “I guess alternia must have been pretty bad…” you say thinking of all the stuff that can kill you here on earth. “YoU hAvE nO mOtHeR fUcKiNg IdEa” he laughed finishing off the soda. What the hell you didn’t even get a sip! “It was fun hanging out with you” you call out as he gets up to walk off. “YoU tOo, ThAnKs FoR tHe WiCkeD eLiXeR” he says without looking back as he disappears into the crowd.
And just as mysteriously he was here he was gone. What a strange guy you thought to yourself. Hey wait a second he left me with the trash! You sigh grabbing the cup and making your way to the trash can you reflect on the conversation you just had, though slightly unnerving he was a lot of fun to be around. It was a shame that he left so soon you would have liked to hang out with him. You smile, you were glad that you could spend a bit of time with him, even if it was short lived.