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As the saying goes,'Once bitten, twice shy.'Despite the adage, Glennson, the self-proclaimed ex-convict, does not seem apprehensive about breaking the law AGAIN. Wow! How brazen! He must have eight testicles, akin to Doctor Octopus's eight mechanical tentacles. The only serious repercussion is he, like Doctor Octopus, has no control over his excessive testosterone.

That was why on a particularly ordinary day, Glennson, who perpetually had rudimentary questions for Mr Gayang, seized the golden opportunity when it came. A peitite and voluptuous Ms Coo tingled the raging hormones in Glennson's eight testicles. The testicles sent a seismic shockwave, which would have recorded 10.0 on the Ritcher scale, to his brain and he involuntarily took a swipe at her humongous breasts. I heard the acidic accusations when I was about to go into the staff room. 'Glennson, you pervert! I'm going to sue you!' shrieked Ms Coo with a finger pointed at Glennson. He reacted promptly by apologising with utmost alacrity to Ms Coo although we know how hypocritical he is. With a brain relatively puny to her breasts, Ms Coo managed to distinguish Glennson's real intentions and insisted on taking legal action. Glennson, who had been to the police post before, had no qualms about sitting behind bars. However, getting incarcerated simply because he touched her abdominals was not worthwhile. Glennson was at his wit's ends.

Fortunately, Ms Coo was kind enough and offered him a way out. 'I will let you off, only if you allow me to taste your pineapple head that is as juicy as my squishy boobs,' she said. Glennson shouted 'Yes' o.oooooooooooooooooooooo1 seconds after Ms Coo finished her sentence. Glennson heaved a sigh of relief albeit missing a huge chunk of his cranium

In retrospect, Glennson concluded that it was a chance spurned rather than a grope earned. He was full of self-reproach for not targeting a slightly higher region. Resigned to his fate, he trudged home in solitude. His grey silhouette and preposterous belfry were a solemn yet silly sight to behold. Wails of 'Weeeellll!' could be heard resonating across the empty roads.

Cheer up Glennson. You'll get it the next time!