
“I’ll just let you boys get to know each other,” Mom said, and headed inside Applebee Manor to eavesdrop on her son.
Phillip looked MAX up and down, tossing a baseball between hands. “You kinda look like me,” he said.
“Yes,” MAX said.
Phillip held the ball out to MAX. “Can you throw a baseball?” MAX grabbed the ball, shoulder whirring as he cocked back and launched the ball all the way to Mom’s sculpture garden.
“Hot dog!” MAX said.
“Hey, I say that, too,” Phillip said. “You’re just like me – but better!”
“Better,” MAX said, eyes glowing red.
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Title by: Mysteriosa Zoomette
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: Janie Woodbridge
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