Mister Marko the Man

Mister Marko the Man—always say "Mister" and always say "the Man." He deserves all respect and he's due quite a bit what with how he crawls at such speed through rooms on the floor like a shark in the ocean with his seven sharp teeth. He keeps moving—it's unknown if he has to, like a shark, to breathe and not sink, or just because he pleases, which is reason enough, thank you very much. He's the uttermost pinnacle of gentility, a man øng among fellows like Sampson or Hercules, towering above us all at between 2-3 feet. Don't make him too mad or he might bring down the house...just kidding, Mister Marko the Man is a sweetheart above all!