One of the young bucks, the larger one, moved forward. "Yeah, I'll do it. " he said. The young
man was of medium weight, more tall than beefy, but still muscular, and had a day old beard
roughly adorning his face, and short dark umber colored hair matting back over his head, slick
after a long summer's day in the field.
"And what is your name?"
"Mine? Randy..." Randy made a couple of gestures indicating how great he thought he was...
He wore a black leather vest, and light blue jeans. The light flickered off his taught muscles.
His chest fully showed off, with light tanned skinned pecs, a shade lighter than his olive
magician friends. He also wore a light tan hat on his head, farmboy style.
"How tall would you say you are?"
"Uh..I'm 6'2" "
:"Excellent! And you look a specimen of perfect health..."
"Well, you know..." he said stretching his muscles and flexing slightly "I think I'm alright..."
"Ah, excellent...and now for another volunteer....perhaps..." Several hands awaited Stephan.
Who gets picked?