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| Without going into to much detail, Mark's soul purpose in life is actually a small Tortoise called "Smank Isobel". Sometimes using the name "Rancor" to evade the police and the pirates of penzance, Mark has managed to create a marvelous underworld crime syndicate that goes by the name of "My Lovely Horse" selling all manner of useful house hold goods, from Irons to Iron Men. The Mark Man is quite funny on the eyes but funnier on the funniness if you know what I mean. If you dont then you are stupid. No seriously. Marks role in the company is Cheif Conspector, the second highest rank awarded to a human. | ||||||||||||||||
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| For the more tough days in Marks multi-million pound crimelord role, the Sweater Bearer dons his Mr T body to ensure that bar fights and chicken wrestling go as smooth as can be. Mark's jewellry is worth $300,000. Some folk are quite suspicious as to who came first, Mr T, or Marky T. You decide, but gettit wrong and old thermal over their will have you, have you like a turkey. | ||||||||||||||||
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