Kiabor: Eh.. Its been quite some time since we posted...

Kenneth: Yeah. I thought you were in charge of posting stuff?

Kiabor: Eh.. No. I thought you were the one in charge...

Kenneth: Ah there's the problem...

Kiabor: Eh.. Never mind. So I heard we have another fantastic train experience.

Kenneth: Yeah. Lets get straight to it. Imagine yourself sitting back closing your eyes. Letting the music through your earphones lure you to sleep... Then a group of people come flooding in. They smell funny, talk loud and are around you. Now what would you do?

Kiabor: Eh.. I will go 'Hmph!', turn up the music volume and continue my slumber...

Kenneth: Right. Then two of them sit next to you. They smell funny, can't sit still and keep talking to one another while you are sandwiched between them. Through the music flooding into your ears, their voices penetrate the chorus of the song... Then the guy to your left can't stop shaking his leg and the guy on the right can't stop twisting... no contorting his body to look at the train stops above you. What would you do?

Kiabor: Eh.. I will pinch their balls, make them pay tribute to the late King of Pop, MJ, so that they will sit still.

Kenneth: And end up on the front page of the Straits Times. So here we have it, the two most fidgity champions. On the left side of the ring, we have Mr Hairgrowfrommynosetomymouth with non-stop talking and 135° turnable neck. And on the right we have Mr Orlulu, also with a 135° turnable neck and a 150° turnable spine.












Kiabor: Eh.. So you got K.O ed in like what? 1 minute?

Kenneth: To be exact 30 seconds. Seriously. Once you know which stop you will be alighting, would you need to constantly contort your body to check the damn bloody board? And for goodness sake, they are grown men. Can't they even sit still for even one bloody minute?

Kiabor: Eh.. I can't sit still for 5 seconds...

Kenneth: I think I should have farted there and then, stood up and left the train...

Kiabor: Eh.. WOAH! Then how different are you from our dear fartist?

Kenneth: At least people will think its that bunch of overgrown monkeys.

Kiabor: Eh.. Hmm... Actually I would fart, cover my nose and give them the stare before walking away. People around me will be more convinced.

Kenneth: Whatever the case, the moral of the story is to avoid sitting next to the priority seats. The priority seats invite all sorts of weird people.

Kiabor: Eh.. And when you fart on the train, cover your nose and stare at the guy closest to you before walking away with an irked expression.