"U-uh mister Max, sir?" Peg asked as she entered Max's office.
"You aren't here to beg for another raise, are you? Cause you won't get one! See?!" Max asked more amused than he was angry.
"Oh but you pay me so little. I can't even afford a decent bite." She begged, groveling on the floor.
"You should've thought about that before you let me take Pete's car lot." Max said as he started peeling an apple.
"Ohh you tricked him. You pretended to be his friend then you stole it from him! It was Cruel!" She sobbed out as she began collecting the peel.
"Just thinking big, a little trick I picked up from your late husband." Max answered as he finished peeling the apple.
"And now I have to work as your cleaning lady for three cents an hour." She cried holding up three fingers for emphasis.
"By the way. To bad about your kids."
"You mean?-"
"Yep." Max said with a sick grin as he turned on the TV in his office.
"Well hyuck. The streets are safe for tonight hyuck." The news anchor started. "The police have kiddie criminals Scarlet Pete and Pistol Packin Pistol cornered in the corner of a sleazy alley n are about to let em have it."
"Ohoho the shame of it" Peg wept ans Max coldly watched on.
"You're surrounded Scarlett. Though down your guns." The officer called out.
"Nah you never take us alive. see?" PJ answered as he lifted his gun.
"Yeah stinkin coppers! see?" Pistol confirmed lifting her own gun. Seconds after the two finished speaking they were gunned down as Peg bawled back in the office.
"Alrightalrightalritealritearite. You can have fifteen minutes off next week. For the funeral!" Max said before cackling.
later that evening when Max got home from work, instead of being greeted by the smell of Roxanne's cooking he instead heard a Rrrrrriiiiing.
Rrrrrriiiiing
Rrrrrriiiiing
"Is this Max Goof?"