The pollen in the air was affecting everyone on the island, and Max was no exception. Except for the fact that Max's brain wasn't exactly wired the same way normal people's were. Or the same way ANYONE else's was. In fact, he was pretty much completely incapable of feeling sexual attraction (which everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief at).

That was why he was laying on Sam's desk with his heels kicked up in the air, furiously playing a PSP like his life depended on it. His cute, fuzzy, white brow was beaded with sweat, he was breathing hard, and the desk rocked as his thumbs pounded rhythmically on the device. "DIE, SCUMBAG!!! DIE!!!"


The Freelance Police were open for business. For anyone who wasn't too disturbed.