Marshall had managed to tie a bandana around his eyes while he was under his bed. He was in pure hell, it felt as if some one was pouring bleach into his eyes then setting them on fire with a flame thrower. He had no clue how he could last like that be luckily the human bon fire broke into his room and took out the damn light. After Alex helped him up and said he would need a favor in the future Marshall couldn't help but think [I] Of course. [/I] But he nodded and managed to say thank you. After Alex left he got back up on his Bar and started to think about that screech he let out before.