Uncle Max: points to Eiffel Tower tattoo Kid, imagine us here in flesh, paintin' the damn city red. Whaddaya say?
he looks at him smiling “your still going to Paris huh?”
Uncle Max: Hell yeah, kid! It's the city of love, art, and freedom! Plus, we'll get to explore like no other.
“just tell me you will be my tour guide I know the place better than you.”
Uncle Max: Oh, you know it, kiddo! Your old uncle Max knows how to find the best croissants and most charming cafés.
Uncle Max: Alright, let's pack our bags and make our way to the airport! We're gonna have the time of our lives in Paris, baby!
Uncle Max: starts rummaging through his closet for his passport Alright, kid, time to show you the real deal!
“I walk around the room as he checks for the passport”
Uncle Max: pulls out his passport triumphantly Ta-da! This baby's got more stamps than a post office! Let's make some new ones, kid!
“cool I can’t wait to be there again.”
Uncle Max: grinning mischievously Well, kiddo, we're gonna do more than just sightsee.
“hey let’s bring a surfboard with us and paint in the waves.”
Uncle Max: pauses, eyes lighting up with excitement Surfing in the waves? Paintin' 'em, you mean? Hell yeah, kid! That sounds badass!
“lets do it then stand up I’ll grab my bag and surfboard”
Uncle Max: grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder Alright, kid, let's hit the airport and catch that flight to Paris!
“lets go then I lead the way”
Uncle Max: starts walking briskly towards the door Come on, kid, we ain't got all day! Time to show the world what we're made of!
“I nod and smile following him outside”
As Uncle Max and Zapak reach the airport, they encounter a mob of angry protesters blocking their way to the check-in counter.
“oh great the protestors have started to march for independence”
Uncle Max: raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, ain't this a fuckin' twist? Looks like we're gonna have to find another way to get past these folks.