As you were strolling around, you came across Marcus, a living eye, that supposedly calls itself a God.

Now, how could you tell its gender? Well, simply by its name of course! Which was Marcus.

"Ew, a weasel."

He scowled, but he wasn't scowling at a weasel, he was scowling at an oppossum, which looked like it was about to attack him in a matter of milliseconds.