Meet The REAL Max

I'm sure you've all heard the story Maximum Ride. The story of 5 mutant bird freaks saving the world and other extream sports like defeating Erasers and avoiding the aweful traders, Anne and Jeb. Well, if you did, then great. That means you're stubborn. Stubborn enough not to head the warning at the begining of the first book. that probubly means you're not going to listen to me when i tell you that by reading this blog you're only forcing yourself deeper into the expirement. You should know that if you know much more, the whitecoats might as well snap a pair of wings on you and send you halfway arround the country to join us as we save the world from Itex. You know, not that you'de care...
And if you don't believe me that I"m really Max then fine. but if your argument is something along the lines of "why would Max have a blogspot" just think about Fang. If he can have one, why not me? Stop it Max. You shouldn't be poasting things like this on the web. The white coats could track it. Uggg. Does the Voice annoy anyone but me?