Sam: It's been some time since we've last spoken, Johnny. How have you been? Still brutally dispatching the undeserving?
Max: If so, we've got some brand new firearms we're itching to try out on a maniac scum like you!
Oh, I see how it is. I try to disconnect myself, hide from the world, and the Freelance Police show up again. What is it this time? Was it the mattress tag I cut off my bed, or did someone find that mass grave I star-uhhh... I mean, did someone find that lawn gnome I reported stolen?!
...tell me it's the lawn gnome.
Max: Geeze, jumpy little bugger, aren't you?
Sam: It's just been a while since we've been around and we wanted to make sure you're really on the straight and narrow these days.
Max: Tough break about the lawn gnome, though. I'm starting a collection of them myself!
*eyes Max suspiciously* Yes... well... Let's just say I might not have the most flawless background, but I'd like to think I've changed. I'd never dream of hurting someone who didn't deserve it. That's a good thing, right? Criminals, jaywalkers, lawn gnome thieves... You have to have standards, right?
Max: Damn straight! All right, Sam, he's clean. You can trust a fellow gnome aficionado.
Exactly! See! Nothing to see here! Now if you'll excuse me, I have some blood to clean up before the stains set in... I-I mean, I have to make lunch. Yes. Monday is burrito day, which has nothing to do with my previous statement. Eh-heh... blood and burritos. That would just be a silly combination, wouldn't it? *ponders*