I honestly have no idea what on Earth I was on when I wrote this. I hope you all enjoy it regardless.

It was a rather nice day in Palm Brinks, the sun shining bright across the sky. However, 5 seconds later, said sun packed a rather large suitcase and left the sky, clouds quickly taking over. Inside Max's house, Gerald was in his study, observing a large set of horns mounted on his wall. He looked around his room, once, twice, three times, before he was satisfied and turned one of the horns. A low click filled the room, before the floor underneath Gerald gave way.

He fell through a rather smooth tube for a short while, before his feet landed on a carpeted floor, not unlike the kind used in his study. Dusting himself off, he looked around, seeing only a green carpet on the floor, and a large, metal doorway. It had no obvious means of opening it, as it lacked a doorknob, keyhole, even a keycard swiper. Gerald waited rather patiently, before a target popped out of the green grass. His hands moved so quickly that it appeared they didn't move, for less then half a second later, the target had a dark spot in its dead center. Two other targets popped up in this manner, both of which received the same dark spot as the other.

"Password accepted. Welcome, Gerald." A large, computerized voice said, the door opening. Gerald smirked, walking through the door way onto a large catwalk, surrounded by nothing but darkness. As he walked, lightly slowly popped into existence, the large room slowly being revealed. He stopped at the end of the catwalk, where a single overstuffed purple armchair sat. The rest of the lights in the room flashed on, revealing countless upon countless of adult magazines. With a smirk, Gerald clapped his hands, sitting down upon the purple chair. A low whirring noise filled the room, and a magazine flung itself from the rest, flying towards Gerald, who caught it with ease. Seconds later, a small table popped up beside Gerald, containing what appeared to be a lotion, some tissues, and a sock for some bizzare reason.

"Dad?" Max's voice called out, causing Gerald to freeze. Light footsteps echoed behind him, forcing him to turn around. There, Max indeed was, in Gerald's most private sanctuary.

"Max? How the devil did you get in here?"

"What is this place dad?" Max asked, looking around. His eyes widened considerably as he saw the lotions, tissues, and sock on the table. The gears in Max's head slowly turned, and he backed away from his dad.

"I can explain son." Gerald said, standing up, accidentally dropping the magazine he was carrying to the floor.

"It's...fine.." Max said, barely able to speak. "I'll...talk to you later..." And with that, Max left so quickly, his hat floated in the air for a few seconds, before it flew back to Max. Gerald groaned, knowing he would have a lot to explain later.


A few hours later

Monica and Max were sitting at a bench at the lake of Palm Brinks, both of them silent.

"So, what did you do today Max?" Monica asked, breaking the silence.

"I found my dad's fap cave." He said blankly. Monica's eyes widened, and she stared at the boy.

"..Sorry?"

"Yeah, me too." He said, staring at the lake. Silence took over, and stayed over the both of them for the rest of the night.

Like I said, no freaking idea what I was on when I wrote this...I think something from batman inspired this. Anyhow, review if you want.