Freelance Police Headquarters, Tuesday

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Max paced back and forth across the office floor. In one hand he held a rolled-up flier, and in the other, an electric cattle prod. Both hands were tucked behind his back, as he paced with military precision.

Chained to the hat rack were a washer and dryer.

"So," he began -- and then he stopped, turned, and zapped the washer with the cattle prod. To keep it on its toes, so to speak. "Your plan was good -- very good. It was almost perfect. But you forgot one CRUCIAL little detail."

He spun and shook the rolled up flier at the machines. "I don't wear clothes!"

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Talk to Sam and Max

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They are here for your freelancical needs, great and small.

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock showed up late in the afternoon, looking a bit sickly. Might have something to do with all that coffee cake he'd had yesterday.

"Hey," he waved a hand idly. "Did ya still want to work out some kind of schedule? I know I probably should've stopped by earlier, but I was kinda distracted."

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

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Max zapped the dryer for good measure, and then turned to look at Murdock skeptically. "A schedule? I don't need to SCHEDULE appliance-torture! I can do it ANY TIME I WANT!"

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

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"I think he means for working here, little buddy," Sam said congenially. "Welcome back! Don't mind Max, he's exerting his diplomatic authority over appliances. The redhaired kid's been doing double-agent work for us, checking up on the blonde girl."

They had also hired Triela, but completely forgotten about it for no reason whatsoever.

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Yah, a work schedule," he gave a sideways glance toward Max. "Redhaired kid?" he asked, turning back to Sam.

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you know, Reno," Max answered. "The guy who works for us."

He zapped the washer and dryer again. "Accursed machines! You'll be the death of us all!"

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

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"When are you free?" Sam asked, seeming unconcerned by the cruel appliance-torture. "We've got Reno on Sundays, and some blonde girl keeps breaking in here on Mondays, so that's probably a bad idea."

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Reno!" he grinned. "Yah, I know him. Good kid. Good pilot too. Uh, I'm free just about any day. I do help Tully out over at the lighthouse, but we didn't really work out any kind of specific schedule."

Then he thought. "Wait. Someone keeps breaking in? What for?" And why hadn't they done anything about it?

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

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"Intent to loiter," Max answered. "One of these days we're going to have to draw and quarter her."

He waved the cattle prod at Murdock's nose. "If we're going to hire you, you need to pick a day. Otherwise, we won't know when to come harass you."

Re: Talk to Sam and Max

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

He focused on the cattle prod, going slightly cross-eyed. "You know that won't hurt too much. Not like I ain't shock treatment before."

"How 'bout Thursday?"

PHONE!!!

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C'mon, give them a call.

OOC

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Max isn't crazy, he's...

...Okay, yeah, he's crazy.