Hey! I'm back!
Max II: Unfortunately.
Me: She's just mad because I beat her in an eating contest.
Max II: How did you beat me? How is it even possible?
Me: I ate 2 lbs of snow crab legs, shrimp scampi, a baked potato, mashed potatos, two salads, three glasses of root beer, two glasses of coffee (decaf), and a big desert of cookies, brownies, and ice cream.
Max II: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Me: And I was still hungry!
Max II: How did you do it? Your metabolism must be as high as Senor Fluffers.
Me: I'm going to pretend that made sense. Speaking of Senor Fluffers, I realized when I went back and re-read the last chapter, that I had spelled 'senor' wrong. Multiple times. I was spelling it like 'signor'. It was a really, really, really stupid mistake.
Max II: And pathetic. Don't you have an A+ in English?
Me: I'm going to have to ask you to shut up now.
Max II: And you say my attempts are in vain.
Me: Well, yours are in vain. I can simply duct-tape your mouth if you really don't shut up. You can't even leave the room unless I want you to.
Max II: I will get out.
Me: You will do no such thing. You shall sit here and wallow in self-pity until I tell you otherwise.
Max II: *pouts*
Me: *takes another swig of Pepsi*
Max II: Would you stop drinking Pepsi in front of me! *smacks Pepsi out of my hand and spills it all over herself*
Me: HAHA!!!! Karma, bitch!
Max II: Uh! Get me a paper towel or something!
Me: Nah, I'm enjoying this.
Max II: I'm taking a shower!
Me: Bye.
Max II: *leaves*
Me: *flushes a toilet* Wait for it. . .
Max II: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Me: Haha. *doorbell rings so I open the door*
Me: Hey, Randal!
Randal: Hey, you know how I hate being home alone and my parents went to dinner. So I thought I'd come over.
Me: Come on in! Want something to eat?
Randal: *plops on the couch* Nah, I'm good. I think-
Max II: WHERE'S MY TOWEL!?!?!?!?!?!?
Me: ON THE RACK!!!
Randal: Who was that?
Me: Max II. She gets as cranky as a menopausal bipolar. You'll learn to get along with her. Eventually.
Randal: Max II? As in, Maximum Ride version 2.0?
Me: Yep.
Randal: So she's as bitchy as she is in the books?
Me: Yep.
Max II: DAMN YOU!!!!!!!
Me: What is it this time?
Max II: *runs down the stairs* Get me a fucking towel!!!
Me: Oh my SHIT!!!! What the hell, Max II!!!! Your towel has, like, a hundred holes in it!!!!!!!! Jeez, cover yourself up!!!!
Randal: *eyes bugging out of head and practically drooling*
Max II: What did you do with my towel!?!?!?!?!
Me: I didn't do anything!!! Would you put your hand over yourself or something?! Have some modesty!!!
Max II: Get me something to cover myself up with!!!!!
Me: *pulls blanket off of couch throws to Max II*
Randal: Um. . . Uh. . . Hm. . . Uh. . . Well, that's. . . Wow.
Max II: Would you quite staring at me?!
Me: Randal, go use the bathroom or something, if you know what I mean. But God forbid stop staring at her before she has a coronary!
Max II: I'm going upstairs to put some clothes on.
Me: You do that. You can keep the blanket, too. Either that or bleach it before giving it back.
Randal: Who'd of thought Maximum Ride was so hot?
Me: Your only saying that because those were the only boobs you've seen outside of a Playboy. Keep it in your pants until you get home.
Randal: So, does she have a man?
Me: Who'd go out with her?
Randal: I can think of someone.
Me: You only like her because you saw her half naked.
Randal: That's not the only reason! I'm sure she has an. . . amazing. . .personality. . . . Your right, I only like her because I saw her half naked.
Me: Typical.
Randal: . . . Did you just say 'Oh my shit'?
Me: Maybe.
Max II: And that is why Randal is now obsessed with me. He never leaves me alone.
Me: Awwwwww, I think it's cute.
Max II: It's not cute. It's not cute at all.
Me: He's cute (hint, hint).
Max II: I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Me: Anyways, REVIEW!!!
Max II: Yeah, REVIEW!!!! The less reviews she gets the more she invites Randal over!!!