He was known as the guy who never wore his watch. He was the man that knew the score to last night's game, no matter who was playing or nobody had even heard of the sport. He was the guru of the cubicle-filled land that was known by many as "Accounting." His name would go down into the files of office history. His name was Marvin Valentine.

Marvin was not always the genius that many came to know him as. While attending the University of Colorado in Boulder in the '80s, he was seen as the average frat boy with a 2.8 GPA. One day Marvin was offered an extra credit opportunity in an anatomy class that he was struggling in. His professor had offered him a chance to raise his grade by coming in and performing an extra lab experiment by studying the genetic structure of a two-headed cat by exposing it to atomic radiation. Unknown to Marvin or the professor at the time, high levels of radiation to the head mixed with ten shotgunned Budweisers can rearrange the human DNA.

Years later, the effects of the radiation finally came into effect. Marvin was now an accountant for a respectable phone company in Denver. He worked the regular 9-to-5 shift along with most of his coworkers. It began in a crowded elevator ride up to his floor when somebody casually asked what the score to last night's game was.Marvin responded without thinking twice."We played the Sting 18 to 17. Mammoth won in overtime." Marvin was thanked as he walked out of the elevator, but once out he stopped himself. Marvin didn't watch "the game" last night. He didn't even know what sport he just talked about.

Marvin hurried to his cubicle and Googled what he had told the man in the elevator. Sure enough, the Mammoth had beat the Sting 18 to 17 in overtime last night in lacrosse. Marvin began to backtrack his day, trying to figure out how he might have overheard the score. As he was deep in thought, Samantha from public relations walked by and asked Marvin if he had any sticky notes left. He brushed her off casually and told her that there was a new package in the second floor storeroom.

Minutes after Samantha left, Marvin abandoned the thought about the lacrosse score when he realized that he didn't even know that there was a second floor storeroom, let alone there were more sticky notes there. Marvin raced down the second floor just in time to watch Samantha come out of a door with an unopened package of sticky notes. Okay, this isn't happening thought Marvin. He looked at his hands and saw that he didn't have a watch. Okay, he thought to himself , the time definitely can't be ... 10:27 and 12 seconds. Marvin looked up at the clock on the wall, and sure enough, the hands read 10:27 and 12 seconds. Marvin had found his new power, but he would have to learn how to use it for the good of man (or maybe to win a few bar bets). He had become Unimportant Information Man.