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Max: Are those lumps from Stinky's?

Sam: Who knows.  Just don't touch your eyes after touching those peppers.

Max: A LITTLE LATE, SAM!! AAGH!!

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Sam: Shocking, isn't it?

Max: And yet not entirely unexpected.

(OoC: Yes, folks, that's two today... Citrus and I thank you for your patience *Japanese-style bow*)

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Sam: But it was monsterman25 who started it!

Max: I don't care who started it! Don't make me finish it!

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Max: I could post some of my fic, if you'd like to read it ;) Just don't let Sam know, okay?

I’m sure Max’s fanfic was still better than 50 Shades.

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Jürgen: Und my name is Jürgen; I am not surprised you do not remember it.  No one truly... wait... no, that is not right...

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Don't worry, citizens of the world...

Sam: We're still here; we just need to get around to answering more questions, is all.  Now that National Novel Writing Month's over, Max and I can continue to focus on your questions.  They still might not come as rapidly as they have in the past--however that seemed to work out I'll never know--but we'll still answer them.

Max: Tragedy of tragedies, my fanfiction was ONE WORD SHORT!!  But if any of you would like me to share a little bit of what I have, I'd be glad to--

Sam: Spare you all the torment of reading it, is what he means to say.

Max: You're no fun, Sam.  No fun at all.

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Max: They’ve all been dogs.  Sure, he’s shown interest in humans before, but for the sake of the children—you know what happened with Sybil *shudders*—he’s been dating other dogs.  In fact, there’s this Eleanor girl, and she—

Sam: Quick, hold this target for me.

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Sam: We also like to 'mythbust' too.

Max: Yeah!  We've managed to prove that, like wheat bread, bagels aren't an effective coagulant!

Sam: You continue to baffle me, little pal.

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Welcome, people of earth!

Sam: ...to the Ask Samuel & Maxwell tumblr blog, where you can ask us questions and we'll answer them.  Simple, right?

Max: I dunno, Sam... I'm still trying to figure out how this thing works. *type-type-type*

Sam: Which is why I'm running it for now.  We don't need another Figgy's fiasco, Max.

Max: But I ate my fair share of the squishy cheese and fragrant sausages, Sam!

Sam: As it is, answers will be kind of sparse until around the beginning of December, because someone here decided to put their story ideas to good use and sign up for National Novel Writing Month.

Max: Sam, my noirish Flint Paper fan fiction was meant to see the light of day!  It doesn't deserve to be locked up inside my head for all eternity!

Sam: Depends on who you ask, little buddy.  Anyway, if you'd like to ask us a question, feel free to submit one under the "Good citizens, we're listening" link.  Also, we reserve the right to pick and choose questions.  If you keep asking strange things like, "Max, where's your gun?" or "Sam, ditch the lagomorph and work with me instead, you gorgeous stud muffin," we have the absolute freedom to laugh at your question.

Max: And print it out so we can burn it and stomp on its ashes. Hmph... "gorgeous stud muffin..." he says.  More like "engorged muffin-top" if you ask--

Sam: Can it, chowderhead.  So please, take the time to think before you ask.  It'll save us all a lot of trouble.  But we'll try to be nice if you try to be nice :)