Max's jaw lowers upon reading the napkin. He slams his hands on the counter and- and, there's nobody to make dramatic eye contact with on the other side, is there. Um. He stares dramatically at the, uh, napkin.

"You do NOT lie to me! Do NOT tell me lies right now!"

Different worlds, that's... even in the face of the windows, and the napkins, and the thing that isn't a Zigzagoon, this... isn't right. Not if different worlds can mean things like... like that. Something else has to be going on here.