Get the fuck out of my house.
“It’s some weird cult bullshit. Something with some weird god named Zeemoog or Xemüg or… whatever.”
“Angela wrote about that once… her mom was really upset about it for some reason. You’re saying this other Max is in a cult?”
“Yeah. Alot of people are in that cult. I was in it for like… a month?”
Carlos stared at Maven, his suspicion on him once again like a boxing coach massaging his shoulders. “… What?”
“I used to be in a cult, okay?” Maven groaned in annoyance, “Can we drop the cult talk now?”
“I dunno. Is it a violent cult? Is this other ‘purified’ Max violent? I just want my Max safe, and I’m pretty sure you do too. Unless you’d rather not be candid with me…”
“Well, it has been pretty peaceful the past few months. There’s only like… two kind of crazy people. Daniel and Jen. But they’re trying to better themselves. But I don’t know about that other Purified Max. He might be violent, so, be careful around him.”
“’Might’ be. Yeah, okay. Do you know where I can find him? Or what I should look out for?”
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