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[notsmart]

Maxwell Lord wasn't invited the Oliver Queen's barbecue, but he crashed it anyway, of course. And while there, he managed to piece a couple of things together

Comments

[nation_tech]

L-Ron steps out of the car and looks to Maxwell.

"Yes sir, Mr. Lord. Five minutes ago when you brought it to my attention. We are expected three hours from now."

[notsmart]

Max sighs. "I first told you at the barbecue. I think you were flirting with one of the Metal Men at the time."

[nation_tech]

"Well sir, I was taking a shine to Copper. Well, not literally, though that would be fun. It'd be like rubbing suntan into the back of those women you pay to stay near us at Las Vegas." L-Ron looks around.

[notsmart]

"I do not pay women to stay near us at Vegas!" he declares loudly. Then he sighs.

"Let's just see if she'll see us now." He wanders towards the main office building of Ferris Air, muttering to himself, "...wonder how much the recycling plant would give me..."