Marcy continued to listen, and it sounded very strange, almost like the one guy was attacking the other. But that certaintly didn't explain the wet noises and the... (swallowing???) other strange sounds coming from within the room. As she listened, she realized that she was getting a little bit turned on imagining that the one man was swallowing the other (which of course was a ridiculus idea, no way could it have been possible). She blushed a little bit nonetheless...<br/><br/>When the door opened, it was all Marcy could do to keep herself from falling face first into the room. She got up, dusted herself off and smiled nervously, realizing that she was staring the beligerant racoon-antro in the face.<br/><br/>"Erm, sorry... Just uh, fixing the door hinges... They give us interns the oddest jobs... " she lied, trying to peek over the racoon's shoulder to see if she could find the other occupant. Oddly enough, the room looked empty...<br/><br/>She stepped aside to let the racoon and his rather large box slip past.