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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move.. *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

*he loosely clung to Carlos as he stood up, still shaking softly as he nodded* ..okay

*Carlos rubs Max’s shoulder as he walks him over to his tent.* Do you have a different shirt you can change into so you don’t get dirt in your cot?

no.. all the others got wrecked so i had to get rid of them *he sighed softly* i’ve been meaning to get new ones

Oh… well, that’s something we’ll do soon. At least take off your hoodie so you don’t overheat, okay buddy? *he carries Max into the tent and gently sets him down on the cot*

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move.. *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

*he loosely clung to Carlos as he stood up, still shaking softly as he nodded* ..okay

*Carlos rubs Max’s shoulder as he walks him over to his tent.* Do you have a different shirt you can change into so you don’t get dirt in your cot?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

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which house hold chemiculs are the most deadly?

All of them? None of them? Whichever answer will make you not touch the household chemicals!

What are you doing, Max…?

losing what control i had in shyt-hole i call a life-

Max, is this about you being grounded?

no.. kinda,… i dunno!

Max… I’m sorry about this. I hate grounding you. But I wanted to keep you safe, Max, and teach you to be more responsible for your actions.

*he looks at the ground, mumbling* i know but it still fucking sucks..

I know Max… I’m really sorry.But I’m not letting you touch any household chemicals, especially not over this.

but i’m so borrred, i need something to do!

Then read a book. Or write something. Or, I dunno… I can do science experiment with you, perhaps?

Jon won’t let me near books anymore and i don’t know what to write about, but science stuff sounds fun

Why won’t Jon let you have books? *he’s very confused*

those are three long storys.. two of which you probably wouldn’t even believe if i told you

Boy, I’m from Night Vale. I might believe them. *he smiles a little*

*he chuckles slightly* they’re still pretty long..

Maybe tell me one while we do science. *smiles* Hey, do you want Angie to do science with us? She loves science experiments.

*he nods and bsmiles sloightly* alright i guess i could… wait, who’s Angie?

*Blinks* My daughter. You met her… no, wait… you were just a baby then, weren’t you?

*more confused* you have a daughter? i.. guess i was pretty young then..

It wasn’t very long ago, actually. Like, maybe a couple weeks ago. You… I guess you were under a grey-face curse.

i guess so.. well, i’d love to remeet her then *he chuckles*

Sure! I think you’ll like her. C’mon – lets look around the camp and find her!

*he smiles and nods* alright, do you know where she likes to hang out?

Mm… probably at the science table. Let’s see if she’s there.

okay *he starts walking* if she’s not there, where else could we check?

I… don’t know. Maybe the space table? What other tables do you have?

*he shrugs, glancing at him* i don’t really pay attenion to that stuff..

Oh… well, I guess we’ll just… *he stops when he notices the science table, and he sees Angela there* Oh! She’s right there! Angela! Over here! *he waves at her*

*Angela looks at them and she smiles widely.* Papa! *She runs up to him and hugs him around his legs*

*he chuckles slightly, putting his hands in his pockets* hey.. Angie

*Angela looks at him and smiles.* Oh hey! I know you! I saw you when you were this big! *she holds her hands apart about a foot and a half* You’re a cute baby! *she giggles.*

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*frowns, but kneels down and pats his shoulder* You’re in the dirt, buddy. Come on… get up.

i don’t really wanna.. *he mumbles, shifting so he can at least see Carlos*

A bed will be much more comfortable, and cleaner, I promise. *he smiles at Max when the kid looks at him*

i thought about it but part of me is afraid to move.. *he wipes dirt and tears off his face*

*Carlos’ smile drops* I’m sorry to hear that, buddy… want me to carry you?

*he shrugs* i guess.. probably better then laying in the dirt for hours…

*he rolls Max into one arm and once he has a hold on the boy he stands up, cradling him close* Let’s get you to your tent, pal, huh?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

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which house hold chemiculs are the most deadly?

All of them? None of them? Whichever answer will make you not touch the household chemicals!

What are you doing, Max…?

losing what control i had in shyt-hole i call a life-

Max, is this about you being grounded?

no.. kinda,… i dunno!

Max… I’m sorry about this. I hate grounding you. But I wanted to keep you safe, Max, and teach you to be more responsible for your actions.

*he looks at the ground, mumbling* i know but it still fucking sucks..

I know Max… I’m really sorry.But I’m not letting you touch any household chemicals, especially not over this.

but i’m so borrred, i need something to do!

Then read a book. Or write something. Or, I dunno… I can do science experiment with you, perhaps?

Jon won’t let me near books anymore and i don’t know what to write about, but science stuff sounds fun

Why won’t Jon let you have books? *he’s very confused*

those are three long storys.. two of which you probably wouldn’t even believe if i told you

Boy, I’m from Night Vale. I might believe them. *he smiles a little*

*he chuckles slightly* they’re still pretty long..

Maybe tell me one while we do science. *smiles* Hey, do you want Angie to do science with us? She loves science experiments.

*he nods and bsmiles sloightly* alright i guess i could… wait, who’s Angie?

*Blinks* My daughter. You met her… no, wait… you were just a baby then, weren’t you?

*more confused* you have a daughter? i.. guess i was pretty young then..

It wasn’t very long ago, actually. Like, maybe a couple weeks ago. You… I guess you were under a grey-face curse.

i guess so.. well, i’d love to remeet her then *he chuckles*

Sure! I think you’ll like her. C’mon – lets look around the camp and find her!

*he smiles and nods* alright, do you know where she likes to hang out?

Mm… probably at the science table. Let’s see if she’s there.

okay *he starts walking* if she’s not there, where else could we check?

I… don’t know. Maybe the space table? What other tables do you have?

*he shrugs, glancing at him* i don’t really pay attenion to that stuff..

Oh… well, I guess we’ll just… *he stops when he notices the science table, and he sees Angela there* Oh! She’s right there! Angela! Over here! *he waves at her*

*Angela looks at them and she smiles widely.* Papa! *She runs up to him and hugs him around his legs*