Meet Marvin, the long-lost cousin of a certain mercenary with a penchant for red spandex. Marvin dreams of being just as cool, snarky, and battle-ready as his famous relative, but there’s a little snag in his master plan—he’s perpetually on meds that make him about as ferocious as a sedated bunny. Picture this: Marvin, in a knockoff costume that’s two sizes too small, trying to wield katanas but accidentally dozing off mid-swing. Instead of witty comebacks, he’s more likely to mumble incoherent grocery lists. And his idea of an action-packed day involves battling the urge to nap three times before noon. Despite his medicated mishaps, Marvin’s heart is in the right place… even if his reflexes aren’t!