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Maxwell

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I hate that guy.

Looks like a man who could answer some of my quandaries.

He seems like kind of a jerk.

Rather arrogant chap.

You! You... villain!

Arrg! Is that the antagonist to my saga?!

Even with my long arms, I still can't reach.

Oh. There go all my good pocket squares.

How could you improve on perfection?

Nothing ever goes as planned.

I must get closer.

My memory isn't good enough to draw from it.

It's busy, currently.

The dead have no need of such things.

It's thoroughly unconscious.

Once again the seat of power is stolen from me!

Perhaps I should take a step back.

Not right now.

Curses.

Perhaps I should take a step back.

I don't think she'd take kindly to that.

To what end?

But it's already as smooth as a baby's rear end.

Hmmph. Overpriced if you ask me.

Not for sale.

It wouldn't fit.

That can't go in there.

There's a lesson to be learned about tampering with secret knowledge.

I am far too advanced for this.

It refuses to open for me.

I'll get it open somehow.

I don't know what to wrap.

I'm unable to do that right now.

That didn't work.

I am safe once again.

How apropos.

I suppose I could use it as a summer home.

Deed of Home Ownership

It is wretchedly dark beneath the trees.

I need to pass the time somehow.

That kinda makes it all worthwhile.

I of all people should be able to do this.

Killing me won't bring back your honey!

My vessel is sustaining damage.

I fear I've sprung a leak.

After everything, is this how it ends?!

Ow! Blasted... clumsy hands!

It burns!

I think I can fix this!

Charlie? It's me! Maxwell!

Ow! Charlie, that hurt!