The Further Adventures of Max Black and Charlie the Talking Dog: Introductions

max and charlie are lying on the terrace basking like strays in the sun. max is trying to light his cigarette using his cool zippo. however, his efforts seem curtailed by the fact that the lighter is upside down and the flame, following the order of conventional physics, is headed the opposite way.

charlie: dude, what's with the name?

max: the name?

charlie: yeah. max black?

max: oh that...

charlie: yeah.

max: i'm into typo, you know...

charlie: typo?

max: typography.

charlie: oh...

max: alphabets, the fonts they're in, words, the way the words are arranged, the way sentences are arranged...

charlie: yeah...

max: and i love black on white, you know, i sort of dig the simplicity to it

charlie scratches his ear

max: and my favourite shade of black is maximum black

charlie: ohhhh!

max: yeah

charlie: you could've just said that, no

max: yeah. and also i read this short paper on bullshit

charlie: on bullshit?

max: yeah. not the cow derivative...BS...

charlie: okay

max: yeah, by this harvard professor...

charlie: havard (makes a dog variation of an 'impressive' face)

max: the guy's name was max black...

charlie: hmmmmm...

max: also, i think it sounds cool...

charlie: yeah, why am i called charlie?

max: charlie... yeah... oh, now i remember

charlie: yeah?

max: charlie's slang for cocaine

charlie: it is?

max: yeah, and i have this friend who really likes dogs

charlie: likes dogs? that's really nice of her man...

max: i named you after her cocaine habit

charlie: fuck you