[First] Close encounter of the lagomorph kind
[Plap. A fresh ink blot rolls out from the fountain, standing up. It's creepy, all it is is black, except for a row of sharklike teeth and...rabbit ears? The ink is quickly shaken off and a white rabbity thing, in stark contrast to the black ink once coating him, is brought into the city]
Sam, where the hell...Sam?
[Max looks around for his companion, but Sam is nowhere to be seen.]
Aw hell, I hope Sam doesn't go on another film noir rampage on New York because I'm not there.
[He spies the communicator at his feet, picking it up and greeting the City with his standard creepy grin and dead-eyed stare. He probably doesn't even know it's recording right now, so it's up to someone else to start the conversation. Just be prepared for one of the weirdest conversations you could possibly have.]
Sam, where the hell...Sam?
[Max looks around for his companion, but Sam is nowhere to be seen.]
Aw hell, I hope Sam doesn't go on another film noir rampage on New York because I'm not there.
[He spies the communicator at his feet, picking it up and greeting the City with his standard creepy grin and dead-eyed stare. He probably doesn't even know it's recording right now, so it's up to someone else to start the conversation. Just be prepared for one of the weirdest conversations you could possibly have.]