Marvin sat behind the counter and eyed the display case full of pastries. His mouth practically overfilled with drool as he thought of devouring one of the goodies. 'Goodies' being a term loosely used. The pastries at the cafe were like the coffee: bitter, burned, and below edible. It was a wonder why the large man wanted even a crumb of a cookie. But, whether from sheer hunger or lack of concern about food poisoning, he wanted it.

His eyes snapped away from the pastries as a few of his companions began a war with mops. A lopsided grin on his face, Marv raised his arms and roared out cheers. Very, very violent cheers.
"Hit the her in the leg!" he called out. "I wanna see it pop off." Marv giggled like a little toddler. His eyes shown with delight as he watched the cleaning utensils fly.

His smile drooped as he spotted Oliver head down to the secret base. He seemed almost...sad.
With a curious tilt of his head, Marvin followed silently.

[i]“Maybe if I wait here, somebody will call and give me an actual job. Maybe.”[/i]

Marvin paused a few feet behind Oliver, his head still tilted in a ridiculous fashion. "If you wish on something a lot, then it'll come true," he piped up with a near childlike tone. "That's what Mum told me."