...them. As such, he donned his war paint, tied a bandana over his head and crashed the whole ordeal. Goo wasn't very happy about the matter, but what did he care? She was one of many disappointed that day.
Closing the door behind him and turning the latch, he breathed out a deep sigh of relief; at last this crazy day was done. That sigh must have been very relaxing, as Mac suddenly felt a few feet higher off the ground. Opening his eyes just a bit, he grimly realized that wasn't the case. Staring back at him with tight-set, beady eyes was his older, idiot brother, Terrance. Mac pulled false smile across his face, hoping that it wouldn't be pulped out of him.
"H-Hi, Terrance? W-What are you doing all suited up? It's like seven at night?" He frowned at him with his usual disdain and snorted.
"Me and mom are going out for the night. I've gotta talk to a judge up north about those windows you broke. We're gonna stay at Uncle's place, so she wants you to keep the place shiny, got it, twerp?" To accentuate his concern, he tipped a flower setting over with his elbow, letting the sandy contents gush onto the carpet. "Looks like you've got cleaning to do, maid!" With this he laughed his way out the door. His mother wasn't far behind, coming down the stairs in a casual, yet professional dress.
"Mac, I'd like you...