Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190407045136/@comment-36159587-20190410044152

Max seemed to recognize Chan's predicament. He wriggled out of her arms, and fell down onto the floor. He dragged the sausages along the ground, then plopped down next to her feet.

(Here the narrator begins to wonder if Max is Galaxian's dog or just everyone's dog.)

"Max really likes running around for some reason," Galaxian shrugged, forgetting to register the rest of the goddess' sentence and clarifying that he was, technically, the owner of Max.

The narrator laughs. It's more like Max is the owner of Galaxian than vice versa.