His body continued to ache and his breathing shuddered as he tried to slow his breathes in hopes to minimise the damage that was being done to his innards by the broken ribs. He could feel the jagged edges poking his fleshy lungs with every sudden movement he made.<br/><br/><strong>"HRN... Okay.. Much thanks... But I think this is my fault. I thought I heard a Mong a'comin an' threw ma'self off balance... Ya don' have'ta love. What'll ya daddy think, sendin' Loaders down t'th planet t'save a lowly bandeetoh"</strong>he muttered again softly as the piles of fur beside him started to stir and roll onto their sides believing the thud was that of their nurse returning with their afternoon snack.<br/><br/>Max didn't know she had found files on him that explained his back story and where he was from and everything he had fled to Pandora from. So he continued to play his game of pretending to be a nobody worth nothing to anyone. But Hyperion had their ways, no information was off limits.<br/><br/>Beads of sweat started to form on the man's pale and freckled forehead. The last thing he needed was one of the baby mongs to become attached and imprinted on him. The nurses and parents never took those things lightly and would always break into a murderous rage whenever locals tried to domesticate the small fuzzy beasts.<br/><br/>A fluffy hand gripped at his shirt and his head slowly turned to notice one had already taken to him. It chambered up his body sending waves of pain rippling through his body.<strong>"Fuckin' no... No, ya shit... No, don't... Fuck... Ouch...gerroff... Angel... Help"</strong>Max choked out trying to not falter under the weight of what felt like two toddlers strapped together.<strong>"Is'mona's fuckin' pet all over 'gain"</strong>he grunted as the beastie curled around his neck and started to search his flaming red hair for lice.