Why the hell – Max? Max, where are you buddy? I need to know how you’re feeling.
.. you need to know if i’m feeling? that’s.. a weird way to phrase that..
“How”. I need to know “How” you’re feeling. Do you feel sick at all?
not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*
You don’t feel sick? That’s… weird. What kind of paint was it?
i dunno, it didn’t have a label
Okay… um, where’s the container? I might be able to identify it. I’m a scientist, after all.
it’s back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though
, like the rest of this damn campWell, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually it’s the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Why’d you drink it, Max?
i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..
Well, you shouldn’t drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesn’t entirely believe the ‘toothpaste’ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*
i wasn’t drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*
*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasn’t called for, Max.
The Perfect Scientist 