Why not use all the Mat Rempits we have instead, right?

I was sitting on a bench, reading. There was a book in my hands, 'The Girl Who Could Fly', and many, many thoughts on my continuously occupied mind. It was quite windy, tiny yellow flowers from the nearby tree were running along the breeze straight onto my head and the open book, so I was suddenly reminded of Piper McCloud. Now that's one girl who could just steal your heart. On the bench next to mine were two boys. Two boys I know. Now I'll keep the names secret. I have my reasons.

And so one of them said, 'I think this stupid thing called animal testing is animal cruelty.' Way to go, kid. Nice way to start a conversation. There should be more anger there, though. More.

The other was mild. More rational in his choice of vocab. So he said in response, 'I'm against it. I think it's very unfair to treat animals as such.' Hm. It's not like there was anyone watching. I thought he has cats at home? What's with the lame reply?

'Yeah, they should be doing all the horrid testing on themselves. They should be sticking all those needles into their own veins, cut off their own arms and bloat their own stomachs with drugs and lock themselves in dog crates at bedtime.' Good one. Rather childish, though. 'What's with treating animals like you f*cking own them? Just because they can't say 'No' to your bullshit doesn't mean they are agreeing to your f*cking needles.' Aha. Even better. Rather vulgar, though.

'Uh, how could they stick 'em into their own veins?' Man. Some people are just not fun. 'They're the researchers. Some things just need sacrifice, and sometimes they can't sacrifice themselves, even if they would.' God. It was elaborated.

'You got a point. Why not use all the Mat Rempits we have instead, right? Malaysia has an endless supply of those. Them d*ckheads are gonna be roadkills anyway. Why waste them, right? Rather than being killed on the road, shouldn't they be offering their bodies to the scientists? It's not like they care much about losing their lives anyway, right? Then we can stop animal testing or whatever shitty cruelty there is, right? After they're done with the needles and stuff, they'll just kill them off. Better than dying in a traffic collision. Their body parts would still be intact, unlike them dead rempit f*cktards whose heads were crushed under a truck or snapped off from the abdomens, right? At least they'd die contributing something to mankind, right? Less problems for the country, don't you think? And less humiliation for the race, no?'

Silence.

The words were stolen right from my mouth.

But not the vulgar ones, no. No, seriously.

More silence.

Well, I guess I wasn't the only one with such selfish way of –

And then it came. The retort that could have murdered me right there if it was a bullet. It went straight through my heart.

'Alright. You've been talking to Teacher Nani, haven't you?'

'What?'

Yeah. WHAT. WAS. THAT?

'Did you hear yourself just now?' Man. Bullet number two through the heart. *cough-cough*

Sheesh. So I come up with such selfish ways to solve things sometimes. OK, that's a lie. All the times. Happy? But there were supposed to be harmless (because no one could have missed it; I wasn't serious!). Argh.

Or maybe, I really should tone down my selfish way of saying things. *sigh*