The Raid (Part 1)

One day, I was on my way home from school when I passed by a tuition centre. In case you were wondering, I was not going to tuition. This was because I was going home. Anyway, I saw something rather strange as I was walking by the tuition centre. A large military truck was parked in front of the tuition centre. Several intense-looking men were standing beside the truck, and one of them was talking into a walkie-talkie. The rest of them were checking their weapons. Each of them was armed with a Heckler & Koch MP7. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of an approaching helicopter.

"Chup-chup-chup-chup-chup..."

The helicopter sounded exactly like a helicopter in an action movie watched in DTS. As the helicopter prepared to land, its spinning rotor blades kicked up a lot of sand, dust and La Biss. Fortunately, I had brought my trusty goggles along. Just as I was putting them on, a dead chicken flew in my direction and almost hit me smack in the face. I applied some snappy kung-fu footwork and the dead chicken went splat against a Perutdua Valva instead.

As the helicopter touched down in the middle of the street, the door swung open and two men dressed in badly-tailored suits stepped out. Even though the blades were high above them, they bent their heads very low. I guess they must love their heads very much. They approached the men beside the truck and spoke to them briefly. After pulling a balaclava over each of their heads, the men synchronised their watches and prepared to enter the tuition centre. When I saw this, I was so excited that I wanted to go to the toilet. However, there was no toilet around, so I tried my best to suppress the load that was nudging against my rectum. I even farted a few times in the process. Later that night, my mother gave me a sound scolding when she saw the 'tire marks' on my briefs. What made it worse was the smell. My poor mother said it reminded her of a soya sauce factory.

The men who were armed with the MP7 got into position. It was great because it looked just like in the movies. They even made those fancy hand signals that I could never understand. It was so cool I farted and almost emptied my bowels there and then. This was why there were 'tire marks' on my underwear. Then came the moment of truth. One of them kicked the door open and rushed into the tuition centre. The rest followed suit.