Posted 3:07 PM

Operation Readtillallrollsdead

aka Ops REtard.

"Ahh Agent Trent. We've been expecting you."

Our famous protagonist walks in the front door, only to be greeted by metalic smell and a huge cloth mounted on the wall.

He sees something. Something behind the cloth.

"Welcome." The face spoke again.


"Holy shit what the hell is that," Agent Trent exclaims. (disclaimer: Agent Trent is not so crude most of the time.)

"We've heard a lot about you. Let's see what you're now..." The face spoke again as a beam moves up and down our hero, scanning him from top to toe.

"What the..."

"Ahh.. Yes you're the right man for the job."

"What job? Who the hell are you?"

"Shuddap you fool!! I'm Esdae, God of words."

"I don't give a shit who you're man. I'm getting out of here." Agent Trent nonchalantly turns and heads for the exit.

"Imbecile!!!" Esdae shouts with a thundering clap.

"Honey... watch your blood pressure.. you shouldn't get so worked up." Suddenly an unfamiliar voice rings out.

"This foolish mortal is making me angry...." Clothy says.

Agent Trent turns back. "Who's that?"

"Oh hi Trent, welcome to our place. I'm sorry I was in the kitchen earlier." that unfamiliar voice again.

A rabbit hops out from the corner.

"I'm Tu. I'm Esdae's wife."


Oh my god the rabbit is so cute. I feel like giving her a big cuddly wuddly huggy huggy. Agent Trent thinks to himself.

" Muahahahahahhahaha!!!!"

Oh. It's that clothy freak again. Agent Trent's getting curious now, and he takes a seat on a revolving chair and folds his arms. "What do you want from me?"

"Trent, we just want you to do something for us."

Her voice is as sweet as Mama's bedtime lullaby.

"Yes Mama, I mean yes Tu what is it?" Our hero is bedazzled.


"YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, is to infiltrate the sociology course pack of XX0000, read, comprehend and digest it. "


"Oh man must you two take turns to speak now?" Agent Trent's dream of a lullaby startled by the horrifying voice again.

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"That's right."

"Yup."

"Umhm."


"Argghghgh. Okay I get it, I get it. Read the course pack right. So what's in it for you guys?" Our hero's getting a lil impatient.

"We just want to see you work hard, that's all. =D" says with the sweetest smile. God she's so cute.

"What???? Why me?" Our hero doesn't get it.


"Because, moron, we see the potential in you. And you can do better than that. And the money your mother puts in for you to go to college, and the hopes everyone has for you, and that you're a smart boy afterall, and that....."


"Alright honey stop you're scaring him. Trent we just want you to study hard and we'll be happy."

"Er okay..." Our hero doesn't feel so hero-ish anymore.

"SO. THIS MISSION. IS THAT A YES OR A NO. MAKE YOUR CHOICE." says as an electronic screen board hovers down into the front of Agent Trent.

"It's a touch screen. =)"

Agent Trent closes his eyes, ponders hard about the mission. I mean, hell, it's THAT sociology course pack after all! I really don't know...... Agent Trent's thinking hard, still undecided as he opens his eyes.



"Hmmm I really don't.... HEY! Both choices are YES! I don't have a choice!"

"Oops. Too bad." says as a robotic hand stretches out from nowhere, carries Agent Trent's right arm with force and presses the YES button. (Stop asking. Does it matter which button he pressed.??)

"Yippie yay!"

"Kekeke. I mean, MUAHAHAHAHHA!!!"


The revolving chair which our hero is sitting on revolves and spins so fast and so fast and so fast and so fast and so fast.

Like this.


And after 20 seconds:

Agent Trent pops out with sheer determination in his eyes, coupled with a killer scream.

"WA-TA~~~"


(Author's note to self: Find a more handsome picture for our protagonist next time.)


"Now go, my son, I mean, Trent. Read! Broaden the mind! We're both happy for you."

"I'm gonna cry..." says as Tu and him comes to an embrace.

"I'll not let you guys down." Agent Trent speaks with wind in his breath, as he executes some shadow kick ass martial movements. He bows, walks out of the door, and finds himself suddenly back in his room with the sociology course pack in front of him.

time on computer: 3.07pm, March 29 2005, TuEsdae Tuesday....

~THE END~
(Or is it??)

triggering Mr Ng HS |