Ralph busts in

"Are you serious right now?" Max growled, frustration mounting with each passing second. "I trusted you! How could you do this to me?"

Ralph snorted, still laughing as he replied, "Come on, Max. It's just a little joke. You need to lighten up."

"Lighten up?" Max repeated incredulously. "You glued a fucking vagina to me!"

"Don't worry, I have the solvent. It will come off easy," Ralph assured, his voice still laced with amusement.

Max clenched his jaw, feeling helpless. "Fine," Max finally relented, defeated. "Just bring the solvent and get this damn thing off of me."

"Sure thing. I'm outside the door right now," Ralph said with an accompanying knock on the door.

Max lifted his pants with one hand and waddled to the door, carefully keeping the fabric of his pants from touching the prosthetic to make sure they didn't get stuck, too. Reluctantly, he opened the door a crack, just wide enough to stick his free hand out for the solvent. Instead of handing over the solvent, Ralph **** the door open causing Max to stumble back and dropping his pants. Max's long hair slipped out of the ponytail and went wild as Max struggled not to fall over.

"What the fuck?" Max yelled, knowing what was going on. Stunned by the sudden outburst, Max could only stare while Ralph held up his phone. It took Max a second to realize he was taking pictures.

"What the hell, Ralph?" he demanded, flustered and embarrassed.

Ralph was already laughing, scrolling through the photos he had taken.

"Oh Maxine, these are priceless!" he exclaimed.

"St-Stop calling me that," Max still shocked by Ralph's brazen and bizarre behavior.

"Where's the solvent?" Max demanded.

"Right, about that..." Ralph began.