Just In Case...

Day 974, 07:35 • Published in Malaysia Malaysia • by Amli Nujhan

It is another horrid day in the Supreme Court of Dioist Temple.
The air conditioned unit is always shut down to permit the burning of the pungent incense. Today’s session is just about to begin, though everybody has been here since three hours ago. It was the compulsory prayers, chanting and hymns that consume most of the protocol time. The inmates wish they can be taken back to their solitary torture chambers as soon as possible.

Nobody can really remember how long eMalaysia has been officially PTOed by these aliens hidden under the human skin. Nobody ever see their true shape yet.
The guys in trial today are barely recognizable; hidden in the long beard, bushy moustache and distorted crinkled faces. They were the congressmen of the previous ruling government.


Mansour: I’m bored


Mansour: I've got an idea! Let's settle this matter in true way of gentlemen.
Let’s draw in the way of Rock, Paper and Scissors!


Buntak: Aha… I love to play that… yea yea… want to play too.


Mansour: NO! You can’t… I am challenging Djordje there.


Mansour: It is simple. We have ROCK…


Mansour: PAPER…


Mansour: And SCISSORS.


Mansour: Then we both draw simultaneously together.


Mansour: If I lose, I will give you whatever you want from me in this trial.


Mansour: ROCK
Djordje: TWO PAPERS !


Mansour: WTF are those TWO PAPERS?


Djordje: Two papers are better. Two papers cover the rock TWICE. That fucking rock of yours ain't going NOWHERE.


Djordje: Now that you lose your round. As you promised, please give me all your IDs and Password as well. I know you have multies.


Djorge: FCUK!... this Mansour009 is your banned ID.


Mansour: Cry your eyes out…That’s the only other ID I have… What you meant by ‘others’ are IDs of my Great Great Grandpas, my concubines, my distant cousins… You have to get them from those guys… I don’t know.


Mansour: Ok, that round is done… If you want more, we should go for another round. Ready?


Djordje: PAPER!
Mansour: TIGER CLAW! RAWR!!!!! RAWRR! rar. Hahaaa, hi. Tiger Hand. Come on! You know! ... You don't know Tiger Claw?
Tiger Claw beats paper. Like totally beats paper. Always


Mansour: Ask Aleph… He knows.


Mr Aleph: Yup… Tiger Claw always beats paper


Mansour: I'm sayin' bro!


Djordje: Okay, fine. Tiger Claw beats paper. Whatever you say Mansour. No more Tiger Claw.


Mansour: Aha… I won the round. What will I get eh Djordjie?


Dr Straatman: Dude, say it, don't spray it.


Djordje: Ok… Ok… I will order two Q2 pleasure boys to your cell.

-FIN-