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[takeittothemax]

[There’s still some hustling and bustling going on in the background as he gets himself settled. Moving in days. Always a classic. The audio wavers in and out, as if he’s moving around as he speaks into the computer.]

Usually my dreams have more blondes in them. [Some muttering that peters out. More distinctly:] Serves me right, trying to catch a nap on the job. [Sigh x2. He brightens up eventually, though.] Ah, well. There’s no use weeping about it just yet. [If he says things could be worse, they immediately will. So he cuts himself off and moves on.]

Does anyone know if a Dr. Fate’s here? This seems right up his alley. Although I think he stopped taking my calls... can’t imagine why. [Yes he can.]

[More focused on the computer now. From here on out, the audio is much clearer. Finally took a seat, apparently.]

Right, introductions. I’m Maxwell Lord, but most people go with Max. If anyone’s in need of work, I think I can provide.

Well. Soon enough, anyway. I’ll keep you posted.

Now, how do I turn this thing off...

[Oh, there’s the button. Click.]

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[takeittothemax]

...You know what, never mind. You really don't want to know.

[shorttempered]

No, you mentioned it, now I want to know.

[takeittothemax]

Imagine the most incompetent person you know. Scale it down a bit. One more time. There. Then give him a power ring.

And that's why nepotism is bad.

[shorttempered]

[Okay that gets a chuckle out of him.]

And what does that have to do with dogs?

[takeittothemax]

Because he is one. Stands on two legs, but that's just about the only difference.

[shorttempered]

...Okay then.

You know what? You're right. I didn't want to know.

[takeittothemax]

I'd hate to say I told you so, but...

[shorttempered]

...So what is your world like, exactly?