“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?”
“No clue, sorry…” He sighed, “But I have an idea.” Maven took a small colorful pin out of his pocket, putting in on his hoodie. “Now you can atleast tell us apart.”
Carlos blinked but sighed and nodded. “Yeah… at least that’s something. If you ever see this ‘Purified’ Max… you let me know.” Carlos was quiet for a moment. “I’m… sorry for my mistake.” He wanted to add to it, but it would just sound like excuses.
“Eh, it’s fine, mistakes and such happen when two people look alike.” He reassured, smiling softly, “And sure, I’ll let ya know when I find him.”
“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?”
“No clue, sorry…” He sighed, “But I have an idea.” Maven took a small colorful pin out of his pocket, putting in on his hoodie. “Now you can atleast tell us apart.”
Carlos blinked but sighed and nodded. “Yeah… at least that’s something. If you ever see this ‘Purified’ Max… you let me know.” Carlos was quiet for a moment. “I’m… sorry for my mistake.” He wanted to add to it, but it would just sound like excuses.
“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?”
“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 