No Gormans were harmed in the formulation of this idea...
This is simultaneously the best and worst conversation I've ever had:
RR Twink (9:29:22 PM): I wish Max Gorman was my son.
UWOmarie47 (9:29:25 PM): Max Gorman IS your son. I have decided.
RR Twink (9:29:46 PM): I knew I slept with Burn without knowing it!
UWOmarie47 (9:29:55 PM): Yep. And Diane.
RR Twink (9:32:11 PM): Actually I'm pretty sure Max Gorman is me and Diane's baby. The fact that his last name is Gorman is insignificant.
UWOmarie47 (9:32:34 PM): Ohhhh, I see. That makes a lot more sense...
RR Twink (9:34:58 PM): Thanks to this conversation, I just had the random urge to Photoshop my head over Owen's in an 'Out of Time' screencap.
UWOmarie47 (9:35:21 PM): I can't even describe how that mental image makes me feel....
RR Twink (9:35:28 PM): Yeah me neither.
UWOmarie47 (9:35:31 PM): ...So please do it.
RR Twink (9:35:44 PM): I cant decide if you're serious or not
UWOmarie47 (9:36:08 PM): Oh, trust me, I am. Very. I could use another good laugh. And scare.
RR Twink (9:36:20 PM): ….I'm not that bored right now.
RR Twink (9:37:13 PM): Actually, you didn't specify WHICH ‘Out of Time’ screencap I'd be Photoshopping myself into, so actually...I could, you know.
UWOmarie47 (9:37:25 PM): Oh god...
UWOmarie47 (9:37:34 PM): PLEASE.
RR Twink (9:37:42 PM): Obviously, I just want to push in Diane's chair. Calm down.
UWOmarie47 (9:37:59 PM): Of course... that is exactly what I was thinking....
RR Twink (9:38:04 PM): Max Gorman was conceived right in that nice Japanese restaurant.