Marine

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Marine

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Marine lumbered into the office, squeezing her ten-foot-tall, four-hundred-plus pound bulk out of the elevator. "Mornin' everyone!" she boomed, causing those closest to her to wince. The towering croco-demon crossed half the floor in a few floor-shaking steps, eating up the distance in no time at all as she made her way to her cubicle. The telltale jingle of loose change--a snack for later--accompanied each step. Unbeknownst to her, a long-suffering button finally popped off of her extra-extra-extra-large office blouse, caroming off of a nearby water cooler. A small section of her midriff now exposed, Marine reached her cubicle and settled into her double-reinforced chair with a loud creak. Even sitting down, she loomed head and shoulders over the top of the cubicle dividers, giving her easy access to snoop on her neighboring coworkers—something she often did instead of working. Leaning a bit to her left, the towering woman spotted Ти, sitting in Frank's old cubicle just next to hers. "Hey, newbie!" She boomed, startling Ти badly. "You new here? I'm Marine. Nice to meet ya!" She went ahead and actually reached over the divider, extending an arm into Ти's cubicle for a shake. Her face hung menacingly over the divider, razor-sharp teeth on display in a huge grin.