Mr. Marcus' neighborhood seems to be the Crenshaw section of Los Angeles, which, as any Angeleno can tell you, can be a good place to get your shit stolen. As bad luck would have it, somebody has stolen Marcus' shit. And some very important shit it was: the collection of phone numbers with which Marcus gets hold of his "bitches." The hunt to get said numbers back is paved with so-so all-black sex.
Marcus has a great personality, but needs to feature girls who are more enthusiastic during the fucking bits. Nice box; stockable in urban areas.