Max was indeed once again playing chess in the park, this time against a young lady with an obscene vocabulary and dark green hair.
"Check." he told her, moving his knight into position, to be greeted with a tirade of profanity that wouldn't be out-of-place coming from a Bronx cabbie. "And now I believe it is lunchtime." he said, reaching into his inside suit jacket pocket and peeling a few bills off of a very nice roll of bills. "I'll take a Reuben from that wonderful deli you found the other day, and you can get whatever suits your palate the best." he told her, then waited for her to trot off to the dulcet tones of obnoxious-but-friendly profanity.