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.
*he sighs softly, glancing away* i’m sorry, i’m just.. not really that great a day
again…That’s alright, Max – we all have those. But you understand that you shouldn’t take it out on other people, right? Let me see the tube… I want to know what it was you ate.
*he quietly handed the other the tube of paint, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor. the tube was white and had no label*
*looks at the tube with a hum. He opens it and sniffs it* Smells like acrylic.
.. what does that mean..?
Well, acrylic is usually what is given to children for their projects. This might belong to that art kid. How much of the tube did you ingest?
The Perfect Scientist 