Honestly he'd be more offended if Skulduggery didn't threaten him. That would almost be like saying Max's opinion didn't matter, and since it clearly does, Max practically preens smugly. He won't say anything of course, because that cheapens the gibe, instead he'll just tilt his hat at a rakish angle, looking even more like he's in some sort of robot mafia. Skulduggery's orthopedic shoes are probably very practical and useful or something. Max is going to stop looking at them for now.
"Just because it hasn't exploded yet, doesn't mean that will continue. Maybe we'll all get very American weapons, like six-shooter revolvers. That could be fun." He might be mixing up 1850 with 1950 but those are both over a hundred years ago and anything that far back blends together.
Leaving the food to Ava he wanders over to one of the empty booths, peering at the garish decor on the walls, wondering why someone would ruin a record to glue it to the wall in the first place. How strange.
"I do believe duels happen at high noon? What time is it." He is going to use every ounce of knowledge he has about Cassidy Cole to his advantage right now. Clearly the guy who dresses like a cowboy in 2076 is a good barometer of Americans in general.
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"Just because it hasn't exploded yet, doesn't mean that will continue. Maybe we'll all get very American weapons, like six-shooter revolvers. That could be fun." He might be mixing up 1850 with 1950 but those are both over a hundred years ago and anything that far back blends together.
Leaving the food to Ava he wanders over to one of the empty booths, peering at the garish decor on the walls, wondering why someone would ruin a record to glue it to the wall in the first place. How strange.
"I do believe duels happen at high noon? What time is it." He is going to use every ounce of knowledge he has about Cassidy Cole to his advantage right now. Clearly the guy who dresses like a cowboy in 2076 is a good barometer of Americans in general.