Well, thanks to the help I have received from Tortured Artist, I think I can do better this time...just in time too. Anywho, if you are still stumped about whom 650 is, you really need help. Seriously. Well, with that out of the way, on to the chapter!

635 sat at a table, sighing. He had done well on the training, but he still hadn't passed. Something about not being subtle enough. Not to mention that, but he had this weird feeling he couldn't shake. Something was going to happen and he didn't like it. A voice spoke up, snapping him out of his thinking.

"Not in a good mood today huh?" 564 asked. She had pretty much sensed how he was feeling all the way across the cafeteria.

"Not really." 635 said, not looking up out of sheer lack of interest. Of course, he didn't know that 564 would have been able to read his mind if he had looked up, and she knew this, so it wasn't taken as an offense. "I've got a bad feeling...that and I failed the training....just barely, but a failing grade is a failing grade..."

"I'm not sure about the feeling...but the training, all you have to do is do better the next time. No one will get it right the first time." 564 said reassuringly. But she had to take back those words because of an announcement that Jumba was making over the PA system.

"All experiments, it pleases me to inform you that 636 is being the first experiment who is being the passing stealth training course on first try with highest possible score. That is being the all." Jumba said, before being cut off by 636.

"Hey, what are you doing? Turn that mike off!" came the irritated sniper's voice. There was a small plasma sound and the PA system went dead. 564 thought for a moment.

"Well, he was designed for that job, so it's not surprising. But you heard him, he didn't want Jumba to go bragging about it. And by the sounds of it, he blasted the mike." she said. 635's ears stopped dropping so much, and a slight chuckle was heard.

"Yeah, he's that kind of experiment....kinda the opposite of most. Most would love to have the title of Universe's greatest sniping experiment." 635 said. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see if Mediator knows what's going to happen." With that, he got up and walked out of the cafeteria. Out in the hallway, he ran into none other than Mr. Sniping King himself. 636 looked extremely ticked, and by the way his tail was steaming, anyone who saw him could tell he did a number on the PA system and the room it was housed in. "Hey, heard what you did to the mike over the PA...nice."635 said. 636 just sighed.

"You'd think that after I specifically told Jumba that I turned down the offer by the Federation for a reason and I didn't want anyone to know, he'd have not done that. But he did anyways. So I...redecorated...his room for him." 636 said, grinning evilly with that last part.

"You've been hanging around me for too long." 635 said, also grinning now. "Well, I've got to go see Mediator....I think that Syler is up to something involving bologna again." Within a few minutes, both of them were in the commons area, but what they saw was as disturbing as someone watching the paint dry. Lilo was attempting to hug to death an experiment neither of them recognized. Syler and Mediator were standing off to the side. Syler was obviously disturbed by this scene and Mediator didn't know what to make of it.

"Ummmm...what's going on? Did I cause a gas leak or something?" 636 asked. Mediator looked over.

"Nah, it's just that this experiment she's hugging just happens to be Stitch." Mediator said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Okay, stop hugging...stop hugging...can you stop already? I need those ribs...can you stop? Hey, let go!" Stitch said, but Lilo either didn't hear him or didn't care.

"Ummmm...okay then. If you need me, I'll be over there...trying not to laugh."636 said, heading to a beanbag in a corner and making an honest effort not to laugh. 635 shook his head sadly. Both of them typically acted the same way, so it was easy to tell what he was thinking.

"Hey....um...okay, I think you just crushed my ribcage. Can you let go now?" Stitch pleaded.

Okay, not as big of a chapter, but I'm sure I got 564 a lot better here. My computer is acting up, so I can't do a bio right now. Anywho, please review!!!