M.A.S.H: Apartment. Queen Latifah. 10 kids. Volvo. If Doomtree was an elite crime-fighting unit: He may be half a mile away in the van, but Marshall is the eyes and ears of every operation. Never without his stocking cap, his Walkman, and a steaming cup of the black stuff, he tells you when to go, when to stop, and when to get the hell out of there. Marshall's always cracking some lame joke into your ear piece, but it helps to pass the time when you've spent three hours in a heating duct waiting for the prime minister to fall asleep.
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