Heck yeah, absolutely! Going to the store!
Obviously. I’m not stupid. *he grabbed a pack of mentos and tossed it into one of those hand basket things*
*frowns* I know you’re not, Max.
Where do we go now? I’ve never been here.
Well, the soft drinks would probably be close to the freezer section toward the back. So we’re going there next.
Okay. *max headed that way, dragging the basket behind him*
Wait, Max, lemme hold the basket. *he reaches to pick it up from the ground*
No I got it. *he picked up the basket more, putting the handle on his shoulder.*
Okay… try not to let it drag. If you’re having trouble, let me know.
Alright. I got it though,
Okay. Hey, do you want something to drink too?
Other than the blood of my enimies? No. What do you think’ll work best?
Diet coke. You can get a drink if you want… I’ll pay for it.
Don’t want one. *he grabs the 2 liter and also puts it in the basket.*
Alright. Any snacks? A candy bar or anything? I know I could go for a Kit-Kat or something.
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