Max rolled his eyes.
"Don't be so fucking dramatic. Jesus... goody two shoes hipocrits like you call ME a bastard and a criminal. And yet I am not the one who turns to violence and threats over petty emotions and feelings of pride. You sure have much to learn Boogie. Spending so much time in kid's dreams and reading books sure has blinded you to reality. But hey don't worry, I am sure Headless will be willing to help you out. I told him to come meet you tomorrow at work and help you settle in."
Max wasn't going to take no for an answer so he had arranged it before even speaking to Boogie. Not to mention he needed someone to keep an eye on Boogie until he decided what side is going to be on.
"Before you blow your facade, of an ordinary law obiding citizen, think about the concequences. Are you going to kill Mickey? Oh no, second chances and all, you are a changed man right?"
Max laughed before continuing.
"My point is, he is a vengefull bastard which you no doubt have picked up on by now. Plus he is a valuable asset to me. Meaning not only will he not die, he will want to get even. Sure, you can take care of yourself... what about those around you? Can you protect them 24/7? If you stopped being selfish for a second, you'd realize keeping your nose clean and helping me squel information from him right now is the best option. So I am only going to say it once, shut up and let me talk. I am sticking my neck out for you as a display of trust, don't make me regret it already."
Max was barely finished when he parked in front of Mickey's place.
"Oh and, you are free to defend yourself of course, just don't provoke him. Though I wouldn't worry, as long as I do the talking, I can convince even the devil himself to give me a blowjob."
Max smilled confidently as he stepped out and headed inside Mickey's which was uncharacteristicly quiet. He soon realised why......
"Don't touch anything. Put these on."
Max put on gloves and a hair net before tossing some for Boogie too. He would realize why very soon. The floor was littered in glamoured troll corpses and the place was wrecked, no sign of Mickey.
"Make sure no one saw us come in and inspect the corpses. I'll look in Mickey's office."
Max didn't skip a beat and headed furder in. He was not shy about stepping over the corpses. The dead have no need of pride or material things. His philosophy for dealing with the dead was jsut treat them like objects.