Max, on the phone: Hey (Y/N), can I borrow $5000 bucks?
(Y/N): Why the fuck do you need $5,000?
Max: For an escape room.
(Y/N): What kind of escape room costs $5000?
Max:
Max: Jail.
Max: My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.
Sam: I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ...and this knife I found.
Max: I'd like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.
(Y/N): Max...
Max: Oh no, 'Max' in b-flat.
Max: You're disappointed.
(Y/N), at the end of part one:
Max: Am I going too far?
Sam: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.
(Y/N): Man, it's dark in here.
Max: Fear not!
Max: *shakes violently*
Max: *lights up*
(Y/N):
(Y/N): How–
Max: I ate a glow stick!
Superball: I'll keep all of my emotions right here *gestures to his chest*
Superball: And then one day, I'll die.
(Y/N), in the white house: I'm not doing too well.
Sam: What's wrong?
(Y/N): I have this headache that comes and goes like once a month.
Max: That's odd.
Whizzer: *walks inside the white house*
(Y/N): There it is again.
Max, calling (Y/N): I got bit by something, what do I do?
(Y/N): Elevate and apply pressure.
Max, holding up the Jimmy Two-Teeth: Fucking apologize or else!
Chuckles, on Abe's shoulder as he's destroying Washington D.C.:
Max: isn't surgery just stabbing someone to life?
(Y/N): Please never become a surgeon.
Max: I like violence. It makes my heart go fast.
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Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert
AdventureA temp, is hired to help around at Sam & Max Freelance Police. Analyzing the address again, (Y/N) feels a sensation of uneasiness, what with the business only having two employees. Sketchy. Although (Y/N) struggles to make ends meet with their rent...