Freelance Police Headquarters, Tuesday

[maxnotsam]

Max kicked back on the sofa, picking his teeth with the front sight of his (loaded, with the safety off) Luger. "Ahhh, it's so wonderful to be such a petty, small-minded person," he sighed. "I'm convinced I'm so much better than everyone else, and I'd never change my mind about that no matter HOW much evidence you threw at me." He rolled onto his side to look over at his partner. "And you know what, Sam? I don't tell you this enough, but after me, you're... close to the top of my list of favorite people. More or less."

He sighed contentedly, and started from a sudden inspiration. "Oooh! Oooh! You know what we should have for dinner tonight? Pickles."

Believe it or not, Max was actually completely unaffected by Honesty Day. And the Freelance Police were open for business.