Max continued to beat Rimi a little longer even has he heard him talking to him, “No talking, we have discussed this.”  Max said as he beat him a few times.  “Laugh, cry, beg.”  Max laughed, “Doesn’t matter to me as long as you know I am in charge.<br/><br/>Max knew he had not eaten all day that he had spent too much time playing in one form or another.  Not eating is probably what wore him out and caused his to collapse on the floor, which of course was his problem.  It was the one weakness that Max had that no one knew about and that was he was hypoglycemic.   When he went without eating and overexerted himself he tended to get weak and moody.  As long he continued to eat and keep his sugar levels up everything was fine.  Max could never understand why he was like that, but he guessed that everyone had a weakness and even he was not perfect, even if he tried to be.<br/><br/>Max was surprised to see Rimi on the ground next to him and didn’t know how he had even got down off the hook and if he had the energy he probably would have smirked at the idea of having to make it higher so he can’t do that again.  “I am not tired, just a little hungry.”  Max said brushing off Rimi’s concern; no one was ever concerned about Max.<br/><br/>Max pushed Rimi aside and went back upstairs to find something to eat.  Once he walked into the kitchen he noticed that Randy had come back from the store so it was nice and now he just needed to decide what he wanted to eat.  He needed something that would not take long so he took a pan out of the shelf and started some water; he was going to boil some water.  He had never had to cook for himself, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do it.  While he was waiting for the water, he poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank it down.  He was trying to figure out why Rimi cared so much, why was he worried about what happened to his Master?  Why did he cared what happened to Max?