You wait for what seems like ages until Mark finally drops his pen. You run over to it and hang on for dear life to the shirt clip as he lifts it. Mark pulls the pen up so fast that firstly you lose your stomach and secondly you are flicked off towards your giant buddy (who is waring a black shirt with the buttons undone and a white undershirt) and onto/into:
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