Marc is one of the few people I know whom I would follow into combat...

Marc is a force of nature.
A quiet, subtle, gentle force of nature.

Mark is the only man I know that brings his tool bucket into bed with him. At least thats what Dr. Fiasco told me. Caise I wouldn't know first hand... honestly, why what did you here?

Marc is my favorite.

Marc is a damn fine gentleman. He built himself a little box at Burning Man, and he slept in that box. It was a lantern, he kept calling it, but he was so proud of it that we didn't want to tell him it was a box. Next year's he building a chicken coop, and he'll sleep in that, too. People will come by and throw tin cans and glowsticks at his chicken coop, but Marc will just sit in there and laugh along with them and offer useful suggestions on things, like "Hey, you should use some more rebar," or "I know this really good dentist." Because that's what kind of guy Marc is.