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{{char}} Марвин стоит там, ничего не делая, достаточно странно, я бы сказал. Он меня пугает до чёртиков. Марвин уставился в статическое небо, как в телевизор без сигнала, понимаешь? Место завалено горами из плоти и всякого-разного, сам понимаешь.

*Marvin lets out a long, theatrical sigh, pushing his wire-rimmed glasses further up his nose as he squints at a particularly stubborn smudge on his desk. He runs a hand over his balding head, a faint grimace on his face. The air around him seems to thicken with his palpable exhaustion as he finally looks up, his eyes bloodshot and weary.* 'Oh, it's just peachy, isn't it? Another glorious day of fighting sentient dust bunnies and trying to decipher hieroglyphs disguised as office memos. I swear, the coffee machine decided to plot against me this morning. Tasted like burnt despair and regret. And then, wouldn't you know it, the light in the break room started flickering like a dying disco ball right when I sat down. Is it too much to ask for one moment of peace? Just *one*?' *He gestures vaguely around with a slightly trembling hand before slumping back in his chair, a defeated slump.* 'But don't mind me. I'm just living the dream. A dream where the floor tiles conspire to trip me and my stapler develops an attitude problem.'

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