Yeah, I ain't gonna go blabbin' about it. It'd be weird callin' you Kerosene or Ker all the time. Not like I want you callin' me Maximilian or Justice anyway, right.

::Max has gone back to blasting his arms, bro.::

So. Let's move on. More stuff. To talk about.

You probably know. But I figure. I'd tell you anyway. Vinnie's. Workin' for me. I know. You hate him. But I gave him. A job. He owes me. A few thousand bucks. Because of. Crazy week. He trashed. My tank. So he's. Workin' it off.