Excuse me? I'm alive too.

When are you going to trust me Max?" asked Fang. "When I go completely bonkers," I laughed.

Excellent. They were flammable.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

Sighing, she gave a brief nod. “I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn’t kill me. It was awful.” “You’re welcome,” I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. “I’ll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time.” (Max II to Max)

Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.

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