A/N: Sorry for the late delays. I had a lot of emotional bullshit, social bullshit, financial bullshit, etc. Basically, life is screwing with me. Yeah... Not really. Read and review. Also, sorry for any bad grammar and other bullshit in here.

I peek a glance to the front of the line as I picked up a tray. I was scanning for Vektor Vodra, I really didn't want him anywhere near me at the moment. Also, I was hoping to find Angel again. I spot her talking with some other experiments and then she turns to me. Her eyes rested on me and I quickly turned away as she began to wave. I look back to her and see her hand still raise; I wave back to her as I continue down the line to get some food.

After filling my tray, I left the line and walked through the cafe as many experiments were either laughing, talking, or having fun. Walking absentmindedly, I bump into a table and heard some laughs at my action. I focus back onto the present and see that I was by Angel's table.

Stitch stands up and walks over to me, "Youga okie-taka?"

I nod, "Yeah, I'm good."

I look around to find a nice spot alone, but everywhere else was filled and sighed sadly.

Stitch asks me, "Would youga like to sit hagata?"

I shake my head, "No. No, I'm sure I can find somewhere else to sit."

"Naga sense," Stitch smiles as he pushes me towards Angel. "We naga mind youga sitting hagata."

He egged me on, "Just ask question."

I sigh as I look at Angel, "Can I sit here?"

Angel looks around while I was thinking of many reasons why not, because it was a bad idea.

She said hesitantly, "Ih, youga can sit hagata."

"Okay," I nod as I plopped down in the seat beside her.

I was about to cut my piece of steak, but I dropped the knife and it landed on the floor underneath where Angel was sitting.

'Of course...' I thought as I look down and then look to her, "Oh, excuse me, could you give me one moment."

"Gaba?" Angel asks confused.

I answer, "I dropped my knife under you, so... Yeah. Excuse me."

I crawl under the table as I reach for my knife and when I stand up, I could see that I was close to Angel's face. I give a soft smile as I enjoy it, but quickly stop as I go back to my seat.

Stitch speaks, "Meega naga believe how crazy everything isa."

He lists, "The test. Jumba's condition. Vektor's actions. Isa all too weird."

I question, "What do you mean?"

Stitch looks to me and answers, "Isa like this. Vektor was Hamsterwheel and Jumba's achi-baba, but then something happened with them and everything changed. Vektor helped them with tests, ih. But he was more focused with mutating."

"Mutating?" I asks completely shocked, "Mutating what?"

"Meega naga nota," Stitch shrugs. "But meega hear that isa reason why Jumba and Vektor naga longer achi-babas."

I ask, "Then why is he here?"

Kixx responds, "He nota us like Hamsterwheel and Jumba. Jumba would do testing, but he isa naga okie-taka. So Grand Councilwoman called Vektor to help testing."

I nod as I went back to eating my food. I turn and could see that Angel was talking with Sparky, her smile never faltering.

Stitch calls my name, "Max!"

I turn to him as I see a challenging grin on his face, "Meega naga wait face youga."

Reuben releases a short laugh as I cast a questioning look at him. "Stitch, you should be careful with this one. I know for sure he doesn't have complete control over his abilities, but he could do some more damage. However, if the two of you had really fought with one another ...Hmm... I'd probably go on the side of Stitch."

"Hmm?" everyone asked surprised, even Stitch.

"Gaba? Why?" he asks Reuben.

"Easy," Reuben frankly answers, "You know how to control yourself. Unlike Maxxy-boy here. Still needs to work on himself. However, if Max had the same amount control over his own abilities like you Stitch, the choice would be very different."

I gave him an amused glance with a grin, "Okay, you got a point there. However, you don't even know what I'm capable of. So, maybe your answer will change if I used all my strength."

"Max!" I turn to Angel and could see she had a frown. 'Damn, did she heard my statement?'

The frown clearly was saying she was not okay with it, if she heard it.

"Excuse us," she said as she grabs my paw and pulls me away from the table.

Few minutes...

She dragged me to a secluded corner and releases my paw as she looks at me clearly annoyed.

"What?" I asked with a shrug.

"Gaba?" she repeated, obvious losing patience, "Gaba? Gaba! Gaba youga thinking?"

I looked down as she continued, "Gaba about Grand Councilwoman? If youga caught, that isa it. Youga gone."

"I know Angel," I commented. "I know that, but maybe some hands-on experience will help me. I mean, I haven't learned who I am like you guys did."

She looked to me confused and asked, "Gaba youga mean?"

"I mean..." I tried to explain, "I mean, ...It's like this. Before Lilo, all you had to go on was what you were programmed to do. You didn't know any better. When you were all activated, you were a walking computer or a type of machine."

"Oh really," She countered angrily as she starts to leave.

I grabbed her paw to stop her, "Wait a minute, don't take it that Angel. I-I didn't mean it."

She pulled her paw away from my grasp, looked over my shoulder with an angry glare and continued walking away from me. "Hey, hey, wait! Wait, wait! I know you guys aren't monsters anymore, but before you all changed; that's how everyone would look at you guys in a different light."

She turned to me completely in shock, "Monsters?!"

I coughed as I looked at her expression, "Uh, not that you're a monster now, of course."

She glared at me, "Just meega ohana."

I grabbed her shoulders as I commented, "No, listen, that's not what I meant. Let me explain—"

She thrashed around, "Aggaba! Let meega go!"

I retorted, "No, I'm not letting you leave. Look, don't do this. 'Monster' is nothing more than a word. It's just that, a word. You know. A term for... creatures who are uncivilized."

"Like meega, right?" She remarks as she slips out of my grasp, eyeing me down furiously.

"Well, I... When I say uncivilized, what I mean is – is…" I state, but Angel interjects. "Gaba youga means isa someone naga like youga, ih?"

I look down as she shakes her head, "Oh, like youga isa so special. What makes youga better than meega?"

She adds, "Gaba youga mean isa naga like youga, but meega isa like youga in more ways than one. How can youga nota so much and still naga nota thing?"

"I know there are things I don't know," I admit to her as I look at her, "but there are things that you don't know too."

"Youga like youga voice, huh?" she snaps at me.

"Angel, that's not what I meant to say. I didn't mean that at all," I reply.

"Youga been looking down on us the moment youga activated," she states upset. "Meega naga believe youga."

She walks away from me as I try to talk to her. I sigh as I put my paws up on my head. "Argh, I can't believe how stupid I am."

I walk back to the corner and lean my head on the wall, "I mean, what was I thinking? Why did I say it like that! Why didn't I try to say something else! She would've believed anything else than that. Stupid! Stupid me!"

I slide down as I groan in frustration, "Real smooth that Max. Real smooth."

I rub my face with my paw in annoyance as I add, "Why am I so bad at talking with others!?"

I stand up and walk back to the cafe to get my food. When I got there, Angel's smile was replaced with a frown. Clearly, she was rejecting me with her silence. I didn't mean to say it like that, but I walked over to my food and kept my mouth shut as we began eating.

After lunch...

We were all walking through the large white hallways, dividing into different rooms. Where doctors wearing lab coats were stationed, ready for those numbers they were assigned.

'Are they really doing blood work with the experiments?' I thought while being intrigued. 'I mean, I know that Stitch had gotten his blood taken before, but could that really work here? And if so, how?'

"You know," a voice speaks closely to my ear, "you really need to work on your awareness level."

I jump after that and turn to the voice, instantly glaring at the owner's voice. "Oh, it's just you."

Vektor covers his chest with his arms, "Oh, that hurt and here I thought you wanted my help."

"Help with what?" I ask him with a raised brow.

He points behind me, "To find your group so you can go to the correct station to check in."

I turn and could see that I was all alone, I look around confused. "How did that happen?"

I turn to him, as he smirks confidently. 'I swear I wish I could wipe that smug grin off your face.'

I sigh as I look back to the empty hallway and comment, "Fine. I guess I'll take you up on that offer."

"Good," he smiles as he walks pass me, leading me down the hallway.

He inquires, "You must be curious about the medical test, am I right?"

I look to him confused as he looks over his shoulder to me, "Well, was that on your mind?"

I retort annoyed, "So, what if it was on my mind?"

He turns his head forward as he continues walking, "You know. Just because your skin is denser than human's skin, doesn't mean it is impermeable."

He looks over his shoulder and asks, "You do know what permeability means?"

I glare at him insulted by his tone, "For your information, I happen to know something about it."

He smiles, "Good, saves me time in explaining it and without me going into too much detail."

'Why couldn't I just have been left alone with a guard, they wouldn't be this annoying,' I thought about it as I imagine it. However, all I saw was a guard purposely leading me to the wrong rooms and making sure I got in trouble for payback for what I did before. 'Maybe this isn't as bad as that would've been.'

"Now," he turns his head forward again, "your skin is indeed denser than a human's; however, like I said before, that doesn't mean it is impermeable. It's harder for certain things to go through your skin, like bullets. It would just bounce off you and you wouldn't even have a mark on you. Or a cut, it'll be harder for you to even get a cut, though not impossible for it to happen. Just requires some factors and variables, but that's another story to say for another time. Now... where was I? Oh, yeah, the needle. Even plain old hospital needles of IVs and syringes here on Earth wouldn't work on your skin. You'd just end up breaking the tip of it because of how dense your skin has become. But, thanks to my advancements we'd figure out a way to fix that problem. My needles are especially made to go through your dense skin so we can obtain blood work and do other things. The point of the syringe is a new metallic alloy, that I personally made, that can penetrate your skin's new density without having the stress on it to break it and without hurting the being as well."

"That sounds amazing," I comment after hearing his explanation.

I look around the hallway and ask, "Why is this place so big on the inside?"

Vektor lightly laughs, "Well... It's all thanks to the nanites."

"Nanites?" I look to and him as he adds with a big smile, "Micro robots that were made to help buildings whether be their structural integrity or as simple as adding or removing features. They help change and morph the internal structure of a building without creating any stress on the outer shell. Of course, they had to be preprogrammed in order to change a room into anything."

I comment as I examine, "So, that's how you were able to make a big fighting ring appear out of nothing like that and create a large auditorium for your conference as well."

He chuckles, "Of course. How else would I be able to study all the experiments capabilities? I can't record two at a time; I would never be finished with my work."

I retort, "Yeah, your scientific research."

He comments sadly, "Yeah."

I ask him as I can sense his mood change, "What's the problem?"

He answers, "You know when you love something so much that it can bring a smile on your face, but if you start to misuse it; it becomes something you hate."

I reply, "I sorta understand what you're saying."

He continues, "For me, it was only one thing. Science. I used to love it. It helped me make friends and I had real potential in the field. I loved studying the chemistry, biology, physics, etc. I believed that I could make a name for myself."

I ask, "What do you mean?"

He answers, "I did everything I could to reach my goals, but I could never seem to get any closer to reaching it. However, I really didn't have a choice in the matter; though, sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all."

He turns to me and asks, "Don't you agree?"

I reply, "Yeah, a deal to try to change is better than no way of changing your situation. Still, one bad thing about making a deal with the devil is, he always comes to collect what's due."

I look at him, "If the devil saved you by a single strand of hair, then he owns your soul forever."

Vektor smiles, "Unless you pay him back."

"If only...You can never truly pay him back," I counter as I glare at him.

"Really?" Vektor asked confused by my statement.

"Yeah," I nod, "all it does is make things worse. That's why it is not wise to make a deal with the devil."

I add as I look to the ground, "If you do, he'll just take more things from you. He takes and takes until he takes something important that you once held dear and then you'll lose it forever."

Vektor slightly frowns, "Well… We suffer in health, or we suffer in death. Suffering, loss… Those are things no one can escape from."

I turn to him as he gazes to me, "Thanks for the talk, Max."

I nod and we arrived at the station where the experiments were taking their blood samples. I go to one of the scientists and wait as they set me up on the table to take some of my blood.

Vektor walks over to me and whispers, "Can't wait to see how good your aim is in the next event by the way."

"What?" I ask.