It's time for another installment of Meet the Neighbors, a semi-regular feature in which we wander around Sam & Max's world, meet people, and look at stuff.
Today we're talking to Jimmy Two-Teeth, the lovable little hoodlum who makes his home in Sam & Max's office walls.
Thanks for joining us today, Jimmy. Tell us, how exactly did you come to take up residence in the Freelance Police office?
Hey, I didn't choose those clowns. I wake up one morning when a golf ball hits me in the head, and I come out and there they are, cardboard boxes everywhere and they're playing some kinda weird game where they're hitting stuff with a waffle iron and using my front door as a target. I complained to the landlord, but you know how that goes. You say the words "pest problem" and all of a sudden they remembered a sick aunt they gotta go look in on.
How many of you are there living in that little hole?
What are you, the census? I don't gotta tell you nothing. The membership roles of the Benevolent Brotherhood of Vermin are private. Just so's you know there's enough of us to kick your scrawny tail if you come sniffing around.
Welcome back to Meet the Neighbors, a semi-regular feature in which we wander around Sam & Max's world, meet people, and look at stuff.
Today we're talking to Sybil Pandemik, a jill-of-all-trades who hangs her shingle not too far from Freelance Police headquarters.
Thanks for agreeing to answer some questions, Sybil.
Of course! It's what a psychotherapist does, after all. Answer questions, I mean, not agree. Not necessarily, anyway. Ha. Are you recording this?
Interesting office you've got here. The sign out front says tattoo artist and psychotherapist. Who is the real Sybil?
It's true, I was working in body art recently, but psychotherapy is my true calling. It's taken weeks of dedicated study, but I'm fully accredited now and ready to help the public at large. Perhaps you could use a little gear adjustment yourself? Tell me about your mother.
*Ahem*. You know, that guy Bosco down the street seems like he could use some therapy. Has he ever been in to see you?
The inconvenience store guy? No. I don't think he ever leaves that store. I'm not sure I could work with him, anyway. I mean, he's clearly got some major issues. Woo woo woo, you know what I mean? He's definitely a wacko. Although I probably could get a paper out of him, maybe even a whole book. Hm. Maybe I could make a housecall. I wonder if that's against the rules?
Welcome to the first installment of "Meet the Neighbors," a new semi-regular feature in which we wander around Sam & Max's world, meet people, and look at stuff.
Today's special guest is Bosco, the proprietor of the Inconvenience Store down the street from the freelance police office. Thanks for joining us, Bosco!
Bosco's last known public appearance outside his store, circa 1997.
So, tell us about yourself. Who is Bosco?
Who is Bosco? Who are YOU? WHO SENT YOU? You one of those Avon assassin ladies? Oh yeah, cosmetics, I'm sure. Try epidermal poison. That's how they get you. Seeps right in your pores, and boy, you're as dead as a dead man.
I understand that you run this fine establishment. What inspired you to become a shopkeeper?
For the sundries, obviously! When you got as many people after you as I do, you've got to build something to protect yourself. That means sundries, and lots of 'em. Fortunately, I got everything I need right here under one roof and a thick layer of reinforced steel.
Your set-up seems a little more... paranoid than the average convenience store's, what with the booby traps and all. Any particular reason?
Of course I got booby traps! You think I wanna bunch of boobies walkin' round my store? They'd be the death of us all!