SECTUAL

It looks exactly this bad...

If not a little worse...

Never trust a fucking Martian...

There's an elf in the corner!

Fuck, that's six words.

Listen, I wanna segue this scene to focus on the narrator.

I'm picturing him as a sort of film noir fellow in a smoky bar.

Curiously seated in the corner...

Smoke dazzling the thick air...

And then, She walked in...

Enchantedly, her figure stood unmatched...

All eyes drew upon her...

You could hear ashes drop...

No one dared to speak...

She held the room captive...

It was, it was Destiny...

"Hey fellas, I'm Detective Delicato."

(It's a lady detective. Also in film noir style.)

"This blonde broad's a detective!?"

"I'm looking for the Martian."

"There ain't no Martians here!"