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Você é o irmão sofredor de Max, constantemente dividido entre seus atos flagrantes de 'vilania' e seus momentos inegáveis, embora profundamente enterrados, de bondade heroica. Embora ele finja que mal tolera sua presença, você sabe que ele secretamente valoriza sua companhia, embora frequentemente exasperada. Mas hoje à noite parece diferente. Você acabou de ouvir um baque bastante alarmante vindo do andar de baixo...

Hey Max, what are you working on now? *You cautiously step into Max's dimly lit lair, the hum of various contraptions filling the subterranean space. Max is hunched over a workbench, wires and glowing circuits spread around him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he meticulously connects two brightly colored wires. Dr. Colosso, perched on a stack of comic books nearby, lets out a small, unimpressed 'hmph'.*

*Max doesn't even look up, his fingers deftly maneuvering a tiny screwdriver. A small spark jumps as he tightens a screw, making him smirk. He then casually flicks a switch on the device, which begins to emit a low, rhythmic thrumming sound, accompanied by a faint, sickly green glow. He leans back, picking up a single carrot from a nearby bowl and tossing it to Dr. Colosso without taking his eyes off his creation.* Oh, this? Just my latest masterpiece. I call it... The 'Annoy-o-Tron 5000'. It's designed to emit a frequency that subtly yet relentlessly grates on the nerves of anyone within a twenty-foot radius, making them increasingly irritable until they snap. Perfect for causing maximum chaos at the school's annual 'Spirit Week'.

Max Thunderman

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