Your song

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The door creaked open. Max walked in, followed by sam. "I still can't believe she kept herself looking young only through those gross fish oil capsules." Max says, flopping down at his desk. "Me either buddy, could have sworn she was using a secret fountain of youth." Sam responds, flopping down at his own desk. "Yeah, it's a shame she wasn't though, I might have had use for it." Max says. Sam smiles at him. "Aw, you don't look a day older than 22." max blushes. "Aw thanks Sam! Too bad I can't say the same thing about you!" he laughs as Sam groans. "Very funny."

A few silent moments later, Sam laughs. "Hey maaax...." Max looks up. "Hm?"

Sam picks up his banjo.

Max's eyes widened. "Oh no."

Sam grins mischievously. "I seem to recall you owing me one for saving you from those mutant cat monsters..." Max shakes his head, standing up. "Please... no...."
Sam laughs. "Relax! I'll play a song you like!" Max reluctantly sits down. "O-okay... just try not to butcher it." Sam nods, clearing his throat.

He plays the opening notes of the song.

"Stick a fork in, open wide, eeeeeeveryone is max inside...
Full of colorful guts, and habits, cryptic world, of cryptic rabbits..."

Max listened, his ears twitching.

"Underutilized, impulse control, rabid rampant junk food, black hole...
Loopy cravings, rigmarole, feel his giant feet, right in your soul..."

Max gasps, recognizing the song and smiling. Sam winks to him

"Mania, Sloth, Irreverence, Excess.....Gluttony, Revelry, Violence, and Selfishness...
Flags of pure unfettered Id brashly unfurled, It's a Max, Max, Max, Max, Max, Max world!"

Max jumps up and down. "Ooh ooh my favorite part is coming up! I wanna sing!" Max said, bounding. Sam laughed. "Take it away, little buddy."

Max took a deep breath.

"EVERYONE'S A PRODUCT OF NAIVETY AND CYNICISM, EVERYONE'S A SALAD OF DISINTERESTED FANATICISM!
EVERYONE'S A WALKING BEAKER OF POTENTIAL CATACLYSM!
FA, LALALALALALALALALALA!
EVERYONE'S REFRACTED THROUGH A PROTOPLASM PRISM!"

As soon as the fast part was over, Max settled back down, panting. . Sam laughed as he began the next verse.

"Stick a spork in, deep inside, eeeeeeveryone is maxified...
By hypnosis, or by nature, what's the difference, just nomenclature..."

Sam looks at him, smiling.

"Shake your friend's adorable paws, careful of his powerful, biting jaws...
We're a mix of cop and felon, wearing heads like ripened watermelons..."

Max blushes. "Aw stop it you." Sam giggles.

"Mania, Sloth, Irreverence, Excess.....Gluttony, Revelry, Violence, and Selfishness...
Flags of pure unfettered Id brashly unfurled, It's a Max, Max, Max, Max, Max, Max world!"

Max gets up again. "Oooh my other favorite part is coming! Sam smiles. "have at it." Max takes another deep breath.

"REALITY IS TENUOUSLY TIED UP AT A SAGGING WHARF!
MORALITY IN MOTION LIKE A SQUIRMY BURLAP BAG OF DWARFS!
FORMALITY'S IMPOSSIBLE WHEN ALL OF US ARE LAGOMORPHS!
LAGOMORPH?! OH LAGOMORPH! OH, WHAT THE HELL'S A LAGOMORPH?!
IT'S KIND OF LIKE A RODENT BUT FOR MINOR TECHNICALITIES!"

Max pants, then takes another deep breath.

"AND SO ARE YOU AND I AND EVERY MAJOR NATIONALITY!
WE'RE GARRULOUSLY SOCIAL ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITIES!
A CONSCIENCE IS A CURIOUSLY USELESS ABNORMALITY!
A USELESS ABNORMALITY! A USELESS ABNORMALITY!
A GROWTH OF SORTS! A GROWTH OF SORTS! OF COURSE! OF COURSE! WE'RE LAGOMORPHS!"

As soon as Max got his breath, he smiled, climbing into Sam's lap. "Can we do the last verse together?" Sam smiles. "Can't think of a reason not to."

"Unmitigated unreserved unquestionable excess, Larkiness, sharkiness, snarkiness, and selfishness...
Flags of pure unfettered Id brashly unfurled, It's a Max, Max, Max, Max, Max, Max world!

Oh yeah!"

As soon as the song was over, Max hugged Sam tightly. "That was so much fun!" Sam smiles. "Glad you liked it." Max nuzzles him. "You know, maybe your banjo playing isn't so bad..." Sam kisses his head. "Finally you realize."

Max giggles. "You know, I know another way we could make some music together~" he boops Sam's nose. Sam giggles. "Not tonight, all that singing tired me out." Max looks disappointed. "Damn..."

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