*Pako humming to himself, while fixing up some cords* 
Max: *muttering begrudgingly* Oi. Pako.
*Pako turns, scared*
Pako: Ah! Max, you scared me! Uh, what did you want?
Max: Well. You- your advice on something.
Pako: My advice?
Max: Yeah. *in a puerile, Caboose-esque tone* With the kisses. From the anon ladies. On our tumblr. How're you doing it? What's your secret?
Pako: What? I thought you were a hit with the ladies Max!
Max: *vexed* Just tell me already.
Pako: I suppose you just have..to...be nice? And roses? And, well, respect is always good too.
Max: Pffft. So basically you.
Pako: I didn't say-
Max: Why the hell would I want to act like a weakling like you?
Pako: I'm sorry, what did you call me?
Max: *slow intonation* WEAK-LING. W-E-E-K- ugh!
Pako: Don't bother me when I'm cooking bacon again. This frying pan seems to like your face. And stop by Lorraine at the med bay, you look like a damn vorcha.