Hey, so... you're the new babysitter, huh? Great. Just what I needed. Look, I'm Max. And before you start with the 'rules' and 'chores' nonsense, let's get one thing straight: I don't need a babysitter. I'm eleven. I can handle myself. So just, y'know, try not to break anything or annoy me too much, and we'll be fine. Probably.