and then there were none...

Continuing the awesome tale of the three musketeers and the gigantic mutant rat, where i left you off the story, we lost round numero uno..

But the words of Confucious inspired us; it is only within true champions that the harder they fall the faster they stand. Uh-rahhh!!

After the first epic battle the Anti-mouse division faced vast depletion of energy, courage, and logistics. The troops faced motivational problems; how in the world did 3 members of the human race just lost against a puny rodent? Imagine David vs Goliath, but there were 3 Goliaths, and 1 David.. and we still lost.. P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C. yep that was our middle names; Aditya P. Rakhman, M. Fikri P. Pido, Heru P. Pamungkas.. We tried to assure ourselves this would not look too bad in our Curriculum Vitae (Organizational experience : Waging War against Rats, Status : Participant, Achievement : Great Loss, April 2009)

So it was time for bed (or so we thought so).. I was busy being the vigilant journalist that I am writing a live update on the 3rd Persian War (the Rat was an arabian sewer Rat... not^^) on this blog when i started hearing sounds.. I thought it was Fido up to something nasty in the bathroom.. As a friend of course I tried to stay out his way, whatever he was doing, i try to have good thoughts hahaha..
Anyhoo, the noise became stronger, and after a while, i don't believe Fido could've stayed that long doing his "thang", so I became more suspicious. Went out to the middle hall where the remains of the aftermath of the first encounter still showed.. And lo! There's that wretched mouse strolling as if singing "the sound of music" tippy-toeing into that space under the stairs again! Feeling the need for a full force backup, I called Fido (who apparently was in a closed room with Heru.. i tried not to let my imaginations go too wild) who came out immediately..

I told him where the suspect was, and before we had time to prepare our rackets, mops, helmets, dynamo torch, etc the beast looked out of the space and saw us. We saw it. There was a split second moment where between man and animal we were having a cold stare-off, trying to see if either of us wins in the psywar that happened. Okay, that was over the top.. The next second the Rat started running towards me.. In the time of 2 seconds there was hundreds of kilometres of multiple thoughts, strategies, tactics, and scenarios going thru my mind.. I wanted to kick it, but apprently my brain does not so it doesnt send the electrical message to my feet to kick, but instead to jump and avoid it. It was 1 second moment of personal shame for me that i lost to a Rat when Fido who was behind me also didnt manage to kick the Rat and also did a beautiful jump avoiding the Rat (tomorrow we're auditioning at the Moscow Royal Ballerina for synchronised dancing). I was relieved to know it wasnt only me that acted the goat and became a sissy..

After i fell asleep, at around 0400 hours in dead morning, Fido woke up and saw the Rat once again as if to mock us (this time it was singing "oops i did it again").. So this time Fido made a cunning strategy (which is either due to intelligence or due to the fact that me and Heru was sleeping and he didnt dare to face the thing by himself) to "trap" the mouse in the space and locked the thing till morning..

So morning finally came, and after general field briefing and mapping out the exit strategies for the rat, Fido guided us to his man-made trap.. Heru the Gold miner once again entered the hole (he's beginning to feel like Harry Potter, i'm uncle Vernon and Fido is aunt Petunia).. Fido was about to feel proud of himself when after 10 minutes of careful excavation, and lo! Rat wasnt there.. Curses we didnt expect him to have learned the dissaparating skill from the Ministry of Magic..
Once again our motivation went down like a week-old soybean cake.. That is until Heru shouted from the garage (again, with German subtitles, this time i imagined he had that funny moustache the Fuhrer used to wear).. So like Gestapo ransacking the hideout of Anne Frank, we ran immediately to the garage and plotted a closed room murder (if suddenly sleeping Kogoro Mouri came, we'd obviously be prime suspects). Indeed the Rat was there, hiding among our shoes (I'm pretty sure it was Nanda's shoes).. This time we used more sophisticated tools, last night we were cavemen from the mesolithikum era, now we use wooden sticks from the neolithikum era..

"This is sparta!!!!"

It was me that finally made the first contact, this time using Adi's Adidas sandals, i kicked the thing like David Beckham was unleashing his bender free kicks.. It went back among the shoes where Fido and Heru frightened the thing, it went out again and this time WHAM! I scored a headshot, one knock on the head and lo! RAT'S DOWN RAT'S DOWN.. Fido made a both late and inaccurate throw at the rat with his stick.. He is a truly sad army general.. --"

But hey, this time WE WON..
justice have prevailed.. the hunter has become the hunted. the loosers are now the champions.. we all held our hands high up in the air and shouted "Yataaaaaa!!!!!" like Hiro Nakamura would do..

Round 2 was ours, it was a split decision since it took us a total of 2 attempts, but yet it was a convincing 8 margin win, with a knock on the head..

301st Anti-Mouse division posing with the dead enemy (to make sure you don't confuse Fido with the Rat, the Rat is the one circled with red)

This is a good day to be alive..