Hey, I'm back. So, I was thinking-
Max II: This should be good.
Me: You have absolutely no respect for me. Anyways, as I was saying-
Max II: And I so rudely interrupted.
Me: Exactly. Back to the point-
Max II: Did you buy whipped cream at the grocery store?
Me: Um, no. I was going to say-
Max II: Why didn't you buy whipped cream?
Me: I forgot. Now, what I want to say is-
Max II: How could you forget whipped cream? No desert is complete without whipped cream.
Me: Would you shut up! Anyways-
Max II: How can I shut up when you forgot the whipped cream?!
Me: You know what, forget it.
Max II: You mean like you forgot the whipped cream?
Me: I could call Randal and borrow some whipped cream from him. I'm sure he'd love to know what exactly you would be using the whipped cream for. And I would give him a nice and detailed explanation-
Max II: About how I'm putting it on my ice cream?
Me: I'm sure he can find something perverted in that.
Max II: Fine. I don't need any whipped cream.
Me: Thought so.
Max II: Now, what were you trying to say.
Me: I forgot.
Max II: You'd forget your ass if it wasn't attached to your body. And you'd forget your head if it wasn't up your ass.
Me: I'm going to ignore that little comment and contradict you with the fact that I REMEMBER WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY.
Max II: Well then, what is it?
Me: I might discontinue this story.
Max II: SHOCK!!!!
Me: Yeah, nobody seems to read it. I don't see a point to keep writing.
Max II: Does that mean you'll let me go?!
Me: Hell no. You are staying right here.
Max II: But, but, but-
Me: Yeah, sucks to be you. I'm gonna do a couple chapters more, but if I still have the feeling that nobody's reading it, I'm just gonna stop writing. I'll do a closing chapter, of course.
Max II: And you still won't let me go? What's the point of keeping me here?
Me: I don't know. I enjoy getting on your nerves.
Max II: But that's so wrong.
Me: It is, isn't it?
Max II: You could so be an evil villian.
Me: I just have to buy a hairless cat, grow a habit of sticking my pinky up to my mouth, and find a midget that looks exactly like me.
Max II: Seriously? Dr. Evil is who you think of when I say 'evil villian'?
Me: Well of course. And I also have to have an illegitimate child that I don't care for and - I just pictured Fang as Dr. Evil when I said that.
Max II: Thank you, St. Fang of Boredom, for tainting the thought of illegitimate children with Fang and Justin. Really, I'm sure the FANGirls were ready for that.
Me: But that's really the only purpose of this chapter. I thought ya'll would like to know I might be stopping with this story. Okay, that's about it.
Max II: But she might not! I actually kind of hope she doesn't, because if she does discontinue this story, there's really no reason for me be here. . . .
Me: I'll find a reason. There's really nothing left for me to say, soooo. . . See ya.
Max II: Bu-bye.