I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!
No point bothering to explain that joke then, since his words had flown over the top of the prick’s skull. “Nothin’.” He muttered out, taking a can of coke out from the bag on his shoulder, cracking it open and taking a long sip.
He put his bow back hanging on his quiver like always before he looked around himself. ‘Now, this is not Middle-earth. Where am I? And what year is it?’ he asked, now realizing he had to find out where he had happened to get stuck.