Max: Yes. We met at this convention thing, we got to talking, we hit it off, we ended up sitting up all night in my hotel room talking about life, the big picture, we connected on some higher plane. Last names at that point seemed trivial.
V: Uh huh, so what was the convention? Is there actually a fake term paper and stolen test provider UNION?
M: It was Comic Con.
V: You didn’t get all sweaty in your Wookie suit, did you?
M: Yuk it up. You know, it’s not all Trekkies and Star Wars. I was there because Dave Gibbons has a new graphic novel that he scripted as well as drew.
V: Sounds cooler now! So, about the one that got away. She was dressed as a Cylon and you only knew her as Six, right?
M: Her name was Chelsea. And she was in regular clothes. And yeah, after the Dave Gibbons thing I may have drifted into the Battlestar Galactica session and yeah, that’s where we met. And okay, we started out talking about how the Cylon raiders on BSG look like Batman’s car when it turns into a plane. But THEN we started talking about our crappy relationships with our parents, and Chuck Klosterman, and moral gradings.
V: And how when you see a plastic bag flying around you think there’s so much beauty in the world you can’t take it?
M: You get the picture.
V: I do. Connection. Higher plane. Then you frakked.
M: No. Sex was hardly the point. What we had was better.