Marshall was your brother. You guys had a typical sibling relationship, sometimes getting along, other times wanting to tear each others throats out. Ah, sibling love.

He was sitting in his room at his desk, chewing his lip as the sound of rap music drifted through the air, his pencil taps matching the lower sounding beats of the song. He had papers and other junk piled up on the desk before him, most of them having song lyrics scrawled on them.