Max is sat on a swivel chair, taking a nosy little peek at some folders and files kept in a drawer in front of him as he occasionally eats candy from his lap, which he was very happy doing.

You'd be sat next to him while sat on the floor, for whatever reason, attempting to glue a broken vase back together for Sam. The usual, really. Max probably did it but the culprit hasn't been revealed yet! You were focused, trying to fit every piece correctly before putting some glue onto the piece and praying that it'd stick to something correctly.

As you'd lift your arm to get an annoying bit of glue that was stringing from your thumb to the piece of porcelain in the other, you bump your hand into Max. You'd apologize, but quickly notice how FLUFFY he actually is...

"Hey! Watch where you're swinging that thing. I'm trying to read something here."

Max would say as he quickly got over the matter. He'd then feel your hand going back to smooth him a little bit... He may bite you!