Max: *takes a fourth cup of applesauce out the fridge.
Gwen: Max! That was your fourth cup of applesauce!
Max: Congratulations for stating the obvious, shall I get you a trophy?
Gwen:
Gwen: *anyway* We only have three cups of applesauce left!
Max: And? We're always gonna run out of options like how there are tons of jobs for you out there, and then they look at your resume.
Gwen:
Gwen: *sobbing* You shit! You don't know how hard it was to get this job!
Max: *countinues to finish all the applesauce in happiness*
Does Max Like Applesauce? Maybe Not Because He Already Hates Mashed Potatoes
Maybe Applesauce Can Be The Only Mashed Food He Accepts-
