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…”
The Perfect Scientist 