“Mamma mia! What is this-a forest? Have I fallen and hit my gab’?” blurted the portly gent who apparated in the predicted position.

  His verbiage made me pause, it indicated he was from earth but I wasn’t familiar with the accent. I willed my shovel to shrink down to put it in my pocket, while [Call a Shovel a Spade] lacked power it sure was versatile.

  “You haven’t hit whatever you gab is. You’ve been transported from Earth to a video game like fantasy world” I said.

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  “Aduzipach! You’ve gotta be kidding me, another world like those narnia books my kid loves? A video game like that secrets of mana game my capo loves?”

  Hmmmm I thought to myself, those were some dated references the portly gent spouted. This translocation could give us some information of the mechanism behind it.

  “I know it’s confusing but I need to know when and where, including the date, you were before you came to this forest” I sai.

  “It was a beautiful Tuesday morning in da greatest city in the world New York baby. I had just-a arrived at my office on da 38th floor of da world trade center on 11 September 2001 and-”

  “HOLY SHIT” I interrupted.