"Yeah, I'm a regular sell out," Max replies, folding the check again and putting it back in his pocket. He's so fucking paranoid that he's gonna lose it or something. His boss mentioned something about having just put into his bank account through electronics, but he's really had it with all that at this point. Max doesn't know what's wrong with people just taking their money to the bank themselves.

He pops up from the couch, already ready to go.

"I'm thinking Chinese, what about you?"