OOC: Yes, Max has gained the guts to stand up to former MIB agent Cobra Bubbles, to have a brief interview. Sort of.

I walked up to the garage; I listened to the sound of a drill a few moments that came from within. My stomach was bubbled over with loose nerves. I should quit while I'm ahead.

On second thought, if I could get through Stitch, this should be cinch. Maybe.

The bright garage was in front of me. I should find the other entrance, no I'd face the music straight on. Bending over I pulled the door up in a loud rattling sound. There stood a bright blue BMW beetle. "Mmm, cool." A movement was seen from the corner of my eye, in the corner of the darkened garage. I bit my lip, `Here goes nothing'.

I went around the car, there, on a white sheet, surrounded by various bits of machinery, was a red motorcycle with flames of yellow and flowers of tropical brightness painted on. It was raised

from the ground, underneath someone in Hawaiian apparel lay.

"Ur…hi Mr. Bubbles."

He rolled out from under the cycle, a glare even more sinister than anything Stitch could conjure up. I was surprised I didn't collapse there and then begging for mercy or something just as unimaginably weird.

"Oh, yeah, I mean, hello Cobra."

His glare relaxed somewhat to a look of befuddled suspiciousness. "What the heck you want?"

That moment I realized that I didn't know, "Well…what's this?" I asked pointing towards the bike.

Cobra got up from the floor, I'd forgotten how tall he was, he stared down at me, "Mr. Sterling, I'm not here for stupid questions. If your…"

"Why are you still here?"

He paused; he put his hand into a fist cracking his fingers, "Excuse me?"

I shrugged, quietly I repeated "Why are you living near here now?"

Cobra gave the dreaded face of impatience, I figured he'd take me by the shirt and throw me out of the garage any moment now.

"It's my job," he said.

Silence, I continued to stare at him. A reporter's weapon.

"I felt a responsibility to watch them after all they've went through. There must be someone to keep an eye on Stitch's actions. I have been informed of his capabilities and even though he seems to be…stable…there still is a chance. Basically Mr. Sterling, it's my job." He finished that last sentence with a venomous hiss that made me shiver. But of course I ignored my instinct.

"How about Lilo?"

He squinted at me, he crossed his arms, "Lilo is a…" he considered his options, "…wonderful and sweet young girl, a very good heart." He smiled, I was taken aback by that unexpected change.

"And Nani…"

"She's now a competent guardian."

Oh, and Ju…"

"Has to keep a lower profile and stop meddling with his alien gadgets."

"You've dealed with reporters before, haven't you?"

"Yes. Incidentally none have made it as far as you."

"Really? I…"

"That's only because Nani approved, you're not that persuasive Mr. Sterling."

"Ah dang. Well, how about you're involvement in the CIA?"

Cobra reformed the knife-throwing stare on me, "That's it Mr. Sterling, goodbye."

I held my hand out, "Nice talking to you, and what's with the bike."

He gave the disheartening grin again, he grasped my hand, "A hobby of mine."

"Hey, that's, ow!"

OOC: OK that about closes it for the Max stuff I have written. Maybe, later on I'll continue. But for now, that's it from Max Sterling.