Remember about my fight with a rat? (click the link to read)
I just returned from breaking fast at my brother's house last Sunday. Right after I arrived in Shah Alam, my room mate told me a rat suddenly dropped out of nowhere and landed on his shoulder while he was showering. He reckoned it dropped from the water tank inside the bathroom.
He said "It's big, it's brown, but not juicy."
The rat's back. Seems that falling out from fourth floor didn't teach that rat any lessons.
Looks like I have to open up another can of ass-whoopin'.
This time, I'm gonna be prepared.
I'm gonna be silent. I'm gonna be stealthy. I'm not gonna be easy on them.
I'm gonna buy a bottle of rat poison.