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The Omen

When the First Angel blew his trumpet, wind and rain pounded the earth.
When the Second Angel blew his trumpet, mountains of fire came tumbling down
When the Third Angel blew his trumpet, a flaming star fell from the sky burning like a torch.
When the Forth Angel blew his trumpet, the sea rose up and swallowed two hundred thousand people.
When the Fifth Angel blew his trumpet, a star fell from heaven to earth and to Him was given to the bottomless pit.
When the Sixth Angel blew his trumpet, the beast was freed from the bottomless pit and wreaked havoc upon the earth.


The Kitchen

The Master picked up the knife and started butchering the meat; working with the eerie precision of a surgeon. As his hand came down hard on the meat, blood oozed out from under his knife. He lifted the knife and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Behind him, his Apprentice picked up the shredder and pushed the cheese through it roughly. His Master looked up and saw his careless work and reprimanded him. He took the grater from his Apprentice’s hands and gracefully, slid the cheese in one lucid movement; top to bottom, top to bottom.

Blood dripped from the table top and onto the floor. The Master, ignoring the blood under his foot, continued to slaughter the meat.

After a while, the Master suddenly dropped his knife onto the table top, turned and went out the door. The night wind blew past spending a chill down the spine. The breeze carried along with it the stench of the rooting flesh.

“Ahhh… Another fresh batch. That new hand is indeed very good with people,” the Master mused.

He bent down and gently plucked the limp bodies from the fig trees dotting the backyard and one by one, carried them down to the cellar. With little care or consideration, he threw them into the cellar along with the other bodies already there.

As he returned to his initial work, the bloody meat, the Master said coldly, “Collect a sample of the meat for me later on. I wish to create a new item for the menu.”

The Apprentice flinched.

Perhaps not as good as I had hoped, after all, thought the Master and continued dicing the meat, as if there had been no interruption.


The French Man

One day, a French man decides to come to Singapore to learn English.
At the airport, he learnt the words “take off”.
Then, he went to the zoo and learnt the word “zebra”.
Later, he went to the hospital and learnt “baby”.
When he went back to France, his mother embraced his warmly and asked, “So, what have you learnt in Singapore?”
Nodding happily, he said, “Take off ze bra, baby!”