Day 2 dawns bright and sunny, as it always does in the middle of the desert.
You smell funny.
“I am aware of that.” Max glares resolutely into the distance.
“Minion! I am departing for the gym to cleanse myself before work! You will remain here and order my bathing apparatus, waste disposal unit and a food heating/cooling system.”
Max hails a taxi, shaking his head and muttering, “Insufferable! Completely insufferable!”
Lucky Palms’ new overlord-to-be showers at the local gym and grabs a few apples from the community garden on his way to work.
A waste disposal unit…not sure what that is! ^_^
Max works hard all day, interspersed with sucking up to his boss. Sadly, he doesn’t get a promotion that first day. To work off the rage building inside, Max runs over to Darleen Matlapin’s house, hoping to seal the deal and get a wife that day.
Oooo, nice place!
“Indeed,” Max scowls around. “Though, far too much bright red.”
Darleen’s not home, but her mother is and Max wants nothing more than to see her ghost. Bad Max! Stop it!
Max then finds out Darleen is incredibly well-off. One might go so far to say…
Noooooooooo! But she was soooooooooo preeeeeettttttyyyyy! *Goes and bawls in a corner*
“There’s nothing for it,” Max grumbles as he stomps away from the house, not even bothering to go in now.
Well, at least you have time now to take that Charisma class. It’s discounted today, the paper said so.
But alas, the paper Max read this morning was yesterday’s and so he paid the full $400.
“I want a cat,” Max grumbled outside city hall. “I want a soft kitty to hold and pet. It’ll make me feel better.”
I know…but we spent all the money on that Charisma class you wanted. We can’t even pay the bills now! *More minion bawling*
Max heads home to his lonely sleeping bag, only to discover a paparazzi camped out by his toilet. It’s not even female.
Max lets loose the rage and makes another nemesis.