"Marvin!" Arthur spoke hoarsely. The dark fog, whatever what was, was starting to affected him.

"You aren't glad to see me, are you," said Marvin, sulkily.

"Of course--" Arthur fell into a coughing fit, but managed to finish his scentence, "--I am! Please...get me...out!" Arthur was starting to lose consciousness. He was feeling rather dull and light-headed.

"Oh, thats what it is, isn't it. It's always the same," marvin droned, "'Marvin, could you fetch me that peice of paper, Marvin, could you fix the Nutrimatic, Marvin, could you save me from a nearly inescaplable near-death situation...'"

"Oh, belgium!" Arthur groaned as he fell to the floor, and promptly passed out.