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"Max, listen to me very carefully Did someone offer you a cookie that tasted funny? Furthermore, did you actually eat it?"

"Who is this Max you speak of?" He stood "I a your future"

"All right then" I rolled s normally and just send me a dahost could find one"

"Real ghosts have no need for technology!" he hissed

"If you’re a real ghost, that "

Max’s expression wavered

"Ah, the ghost is getting a bitscared of its own shadow?"

"Ghosts don’t have shadows, duone" He yawned "Boxes packed, all because somebody decided to be an absolute ass"

"Gone?" I repeated "But she’s ed shit into the warehouse, right? She’sthere’s no way Why would she be pissed?"

"Men" Max took a long swig of whiskey and slalass down on the counter "They never listen! Only thinking with their dicks and refusing to acknowledge a woht of sex!"

"What?"

"See!" Max shouted "You’re all the same! ALL OF YOU!" He paced in front of me "Did it ever occur to you that Jordan eht of passion? More than a slap on the ass and a thanks-for-the-good-ti, not mine" I held up my hands

"Woed "Besides, Becca loves host in this scenario?" I took a seat Conversations with Max were like all-day marathons where people needed to stock up on Gatorade and protein bars if they were going to ly "Becca, a ghost? What are you? Five?"

I pressed ether and da him

"She heard our conversation" Max’s eyebrows shot up "And now she’s gone"

"What conversation?"

"Oh, you know" Max bent down and picked up Otis and began petting him in the same manner Dr Evil pets his cat "The one where you said you tere just having fun, oh, also, the bet was ht, so she probably wants to run you over with a golf cart"