Four Apples; Awesome Pants

You open your eyes.

You are staring down at your bare feet.  They stand on a hard, grey floor with light grid markings that form small squares.  You can see yourself perfectly in the floor; your image is dark like a shadow but deep like a reflection.

Then, you notice your pants.  Your pants are awesome; your pants are inspirational; your pants are the best pants in the universe.  Everybody has dream pants.  Everybody.  These are yours.

As you raise your head completely, you see that you are in a kind of dome, with a ceiling as hard and grey as the floor beneath you.  But then you realize that it is not a dome at all -- the entire room is a perfect sphere, about 314 meters around.  You take two steps forward (or maybe upward), and the foreign gravity continues to pull you to the outside of the sphere from all directions.

You blink, and you notice a small, round table, the same grey color as the sphere you are inside.  A basket of four red apples rests in the middle of the table.  Three chairs surround the table, each spaced 120 perfect degrees apart from the next.  One chair, the chair in front of you, is empty.  The other two are already occupied.

"Hi, I'm Max," the one to the left says.

The one to the right laughs.  "Don't mind him -- I'm Max."

"I'll bet you wish you were, Bryan."

"All right, Bryan, enough of that."

You are walking forward.

"Come sit with us!"

"But please don't take an apple."

"The apples are for Bryan and me."

"You mean, 'Max and me.'"

You sit in the chair.

In front of the basket of four red apples you noticed earlier, there is an index card.  You read its message.

These two funny-looking boys are Bryan and Max.  Bryan always lies; Max always tells the truth.  One of them has more apples than the other.

Bryan coughs (or maybe it is Max).  You look up and see that the apples are no longer in the basket but in front of the two boys.  Each has two apples lying on the table in front of him.  You continue reading.

You can ask one funny-looking boy one question, and he will give you one answer.  Your task, which you have no choice but to accept, is to determine which one of the funny-looking boys has the most apples.

If you poke the nose of the boy with the most apples, you will exit this sphere and keep your awesome pants forever.  If you poke the nose of the other boy, you will exit this sphere but lose your awesome pants forever.

You think to yourself but do not speak, "'One of them has more apples than the other'?  How is that possible?  Is one hiding apples in his pants?"

You look at your pants, admire them, and realize that pants are a good hiding place for apples.

You look back up, and you ask one question to the boy on your left.

What do you ask?