Knocked out

Once upon a time, there was a big boy named Jack Daniels. Jack was a really popular kid around the block amongst Wai Onn and his friends. So popular that they brought him to RCSI (Royal College of Surgeons Ireland) to visit their friends there. Jack felt really left out when Wai Onn and his pals went out to have dinner and left him behind. Left alone in the stale room with nothing but a paper covering to keep him warm and settle down.

When Wai Onn and the gang returned, Jack was shocked to smell the after effects of another alcohol. His rival? A local rock-star sensation named Guiness. Jack was determined to show what he was made off. After rallying with his trusty sidekick Coke, he set off to wash away the dark void of bitterness of the sinister lager. (*Lager is a type of alcohol. Not Lag'er from dota ok)

The young boy did his best. He went at em like a school of fish swarming over the last piece of bread thrown into the sea by an amused tourist. He tried everything. He charged in solo, tried again with support from his wing-man Coke, they banded together to perform a two-pronged attack and finally they resorted to suicide popping.

Wai Onn and his friends, made tipsy by the barrage, felt their strength and concentration diminishing. Wai Onn and another casualty sought refuge on a nearby bed (yup on the same single bed which wasn't theirs). And as their heads hit the soft, ever comforting pillow...BOOM

The lights went out and they were both knocked out. A cry could be heard from the grave. "Hoooooraaah!" said little Jack Daniels. And his voice slowly faded into the darkness.