Mess with me.

- When we were walking to the bus interchange yesterday, I exclaimed in a very loud voice that he needs to see doctor in that nearby chinese medical hall urgently and seek help with regards to his weight problems. (read: fat)

- When we were walking to the bus interchange yesterday, and he stopped outside a hair salon, I exclaimed in a very loud voice that those pots of conditioners is not going to help his receeding hairline problem nor his bald spots, he needs a stronger hair tonic.

- When we were walking to the bus interchange yesterday, and he was just keeping very silent, resigned to his fate. I exclaimed in a very loud voice that one day he might just explode into a blob of fats without warning. This explosion will take place due to the mounting pressure from the fats within him pushing outward onto his body. The pressure becomes so intense, that he will explode and all his fats will spew outwards in great big blobs, thereafter releasing a great big stink.

- When we were finally on the bus, and he was just keeping very silent, resigned to his fate and very unhappy about that fate. I exclaimed in a very loud voice that his factory job makes life monotonous for him because he sits in front of a conveyor belt doing the same thing over and over. That is, putting components together for all 8 hours.

I did all that deliberately to embarrass him.
Hopefully the crowds around us will pick up snippets of my loud exclaimation and think of him as a fat, balding factory worker.
Which he really is anyway.

Like I always said.
Mess with the best, die like the rest.
I have endless means of throwing shit (2x) back at you, even if you merely thought about it.
Think 20 times, if you really want to mess with me.

I love frickin Fridays.