Another Silly Post That Will Leave You Regretting Spending 5 Minutes of Your Life On But Can't Do Anything About Since Time Flows Forward Only

Looking around, the boy found an empty seat. During this period in time, mamak stalls were usually crowded like this, so he was quite glad to find somewhere to sit. After ordering his usual (plain old roti with dhal and a cup of milo dinosaur - the perfect meal to clog up your arteries) he glanced around. A particular gang of people huddled around the corner table caught his eye, especially the one who looked like he was in control. Covered with various twisting, grotesque tattoos, he probably was some gangster leader - someone you never trifled with. Nor stared at too long, he realised dismally as the leader noticed him staring. Turning round, the walking hunk of art-covered muscle started approaching the boy.

Please, sir, please! I wasn't looking for a fight, thought the boy. His legs felt like jelly.

"What's your problem punk?!" yelled the smooth-skinned thug at the cowering boy.

"Pimples."