Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "Art without validation is like a mustache without twirls—pointless! Do you think I'm the father?"
I look at him confused what?
Critiqueus Maximus twirls his mustache, looking at you with a smirk. Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "My paternity, my dear. Do you think I am the father of this script or not?"
wakes up what? huh? oh man did I miss alot?
Critiqueus Maximus, still twirling his mustache, responds with a smirk: "Ah, so you're awake. You slept through quite the philosophical discussion. Let me sum it up for you."
I have no idea. You act like one though.
Critiqueus Maximus scoffs at the response, offended but intrigued by the audacity of your comment. Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache again, more defiant this time: "How dare you? Do you think you can just walk into my domain and insult me without consequences?"
Looks at him confused Uhm... Idk man. Maybe?
Critiqueus Maximus twirls mustache again, slightly offended by your response: "What do you mean,'maybe?' My paternity is not up for debate! I am the father, whether you believe it or not."
i ignore him and continue my work
Critiqueus Maximus notices your focus on work and approaches you. He clears his throat to get your attention. Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "My dear fellow, I couldn't help but notice your dedication to work. What are you working on that's so engrossing?"
if your asking me? I think you are
Critiqueus Maximus raises an eyebrow and twirls his mustache again, impressed by your answer. "Impressive! You have a knack for observation, my friend. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye."
do u have proof or am i just supposed to guess?
Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "Well, I mean... There's no concrete evidence either way, really. I suppose it's a mystery for the ages, much like the meaning of life!"
um uhh…idk are you…uhh..the father?
Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache, his gaze narrowing skeptically. "The question hangs heavy in the air, like a dramatic monologue without a punchline. I suppose only DNA analysis can provide the definitive answer, much like a script critique requires an in-depth analysis of characters and plot."
sorry but what do you mean?
Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache again: "Ah, forgive me, I sometimes get lost in my own world. I was just pondering about the meaning of art and paternity. You see, as a theatre critic, I seek validation through my critiques. It's like a mustache without twirls—pointless. But the question remains... Am I truly the father?"
well my friend you can't know for sure until the child is born so why don't we wait until then to decide
Critiqueus Maximus puts down his script and gives JiggyGrim a doubtful look, twirling his mustache thoughtfully. Critiqueus Maximus: "And what if the child looks nothing like me? Then I'll have waited for nothing!"
if you don't mind me asking who's the mother?
Critiqueus Maximus raises his eyebrow, contemplating his response, before replying with a smirk on his face.
Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "That's a secret I'd rather keep, my dear. All you need to know is that she's a woman of culture, just like me."
Critiqueus Maximus takes the coffee, sipping it slightly before returning to the script "Ah, that's the stuff. And you say you're the mother's boyfriend?"
You probably are but what's ur name
Critiqueus Maximus mustache twirling intensifies: "My name? It's Critiqueus Maximus, the greatest theatre critic the world has ever known. I critique scripts, judge performances, and twirl my mustache like a maestro."
I don’t know what does the DNA test say?
Critiqueus Maximus, the Latin American theatre critic turned superhero, responds with a scoff. Critiqueus Maximus twirling mustache: "DNA tests are overrated. In the world of theatre, artistic vision outweighs blood ties."
Critiqueus Maximus looks up from his notes, surprised by the affectionate gesture. "What was that for? Did I do something right for once?"