Chapter 15 : Seamus Has A Plan
[Secrets revealed, stingy parents, boyfriend stealers and a little crossdressing = what every teen needs to know to survive their college years, all in this chapter! Plus; fanfiction - good for body, mind and soul?]
Benedict was reviewing the entire day's happenings with Loo Thingy.
"So you're saying that Seamus's grandma knows some kinda witchcraft thingamajiggy... and she used to tempt little boys into trading their looks in for toys... and she does NOT use the "looks" for herself, but for Seamus, thus explaining why Seamus is such a heart throb?" he iterated slowly.
"Yes! Yes! That's absolutely what I'm saying!" said Loo Thingy happily. "And I called you here because it's only appropriate for you to hear everything from your own best friend's mouth."
"It's pretty far-fetched you know..." said Benedict thoughtfully. He looked at Seamus and Grandma Lim, who were huddled together in the corner of a room. Everyone seemed to be avoiding them now because they were afraid Grandma Lim would zap them into guinea pigs at any second.
"Finally, someone who agrees with me," interrupted Seamus angrily. "Just because Loo Thingy is our editor - everyone agrees with her. Well let me remind you people. SHE READS A TONNE OF FAN FICTION EACH DAY. THIS IS NOT FAN FICTION! THIS IS REAL LIFE!"
"What does me reading fan fiction have to do with anything?!" replied Loo Thingy. "And it's true. So reverse the damn spell, old woman, and let me have my huggable pet brother (now more pet than ever) back again."
"BENEDICT AGREES WITH ME! HE THINKS THIS IS ALL A PILE OF SHIT!"
"YOUR GRANDMOTHER CONFESSED!!!"
"YOU'RE ALL JEALOUS THAT I'M NATURALLY GOOD LOOKING! DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW IT!"
"Frankly, I agree with Thingy," said Benedict. "Your Grandma hates me, I don't know why. I reckon if she's a witch, that would explain the spate of bad luck that I've been going through. Sorry buddy."
Seamus sank to the floor. Even Benedict believed the story. Then what did he - Seamus Lim - actually have going for him? Most people knew him for his good looks, and now he knew that they weren't even God given, as he thought it was. He felt like a nobody. He wondered what he actually looked like if his grandmother did not steal Lumpy's looks.
"Grandma, is that true?" he looked at his grandmother sadly. "I think," she whispered. "It's time we have a little private chat."
Before anyone in The Pub could stop them, she and Seamus whisked out of the publication room, and disappeared into the horizon, and nobody managed to track them to eavesdrop.
* * * * *
"Grandma, where are we?" said Seamus. They were sitting on white leather seats, in a rather cramped room. His grandmother sat next to him, holding his hands.
"In my Mercedes Benz, of course. We're in the basement parking, I doubt your friends will be able to find my car. Sometimes, I can't even find my own car."
"Right. So. How are we going to return Lumpy's looks? And will returning his looks mean that I'll get uglier? Grandma, WHY did you even do this in the first place? Was I truly so hideous as a child?"
His grandmother cleared her throat, and began her story.
Seamus, I do pride myself on being very good with my spells. However, I CANNOT undo the spell. The spell remains until Lumpy is kissed by a princess that is in love with him. The reason why he degenerated even more into a moose was because he kissed a princess that was NOT in love with him. In other words, he cheated. Cheaters never prosper, I always said.
Grandma... now is NOT the time to teach me proverbs.
Right... hehe, so where was I? I can't UNDO my spell. Not only can I NOT undo it, even if I could, I wouldn't. It would totally go against my ethics as a witch. You don't go around cursing people, and then lifting the curses. My association would strip me of my title as Head of North White Witches. And I tell you, there are some bitches who are looking to take over my title...
Grandma, get with the story.
I thought my story was finished.
I want to know why you did such a thing in the first place. Am I really ugly?
Oh, that. Seamus... you know you're a hermaphrodite... right? I guess we did not really bring you for check-ups with the proper gender identity specialists, because once the doctor who delivered you announced that you were a boy (albeit, with a malformed penis), your father rather accepted that than to drag the issue on any longer. He always wanted a boy to take over his Laksa King business. The thing is, you were SUCH a beautiful baby boy... you grew up, you were precocious, you were so beautiful on the outside, we always shook our heads and wondered why God dealt you such a bad card as to make you a hermaphrodite
*insert tragic sob from Grandma Lim*
The worse was yet to come. Once you hit twelve, we realised something rather worrying. You weren't developing like how a normal boy was developing. That was when we realised that maybe... just maybe... the doctor made a mistake. Maybe you really were actually a girl (albeit, one with a tiny slit and an engorged clitoris), rather than a boy who had a malformed penis. Are you following me?
From what I'm gathering, I think that you're saying that... that you people stinged on giving me a proper check-up!
Like I said, your dad was intent on having a boy to take over the Laksa King business! You did look like a boy when you were younger, but it's just that when you were supposed to have hit puberty, you weren't growing like your normal male friends. Lack of testosterone probably. You had very slender arms, a WAIST (God forbid!) and you were developing what looked like hips. This was very worrying for us, of course. That's when I took things into my own hands. I took the looks of young boys not to make you look more handsome, but to make you look more... male. So the answer is --- no, you're not naturally ugly. It's just that you looked more feminine than your male friends...
Silence enveloped the mercedes benz. "So am I male or female now?"
"Lord knows. You should probably go for a proper check-up. But since we've raised you as a male so far, what are you going to do? Change sex right away? Anyway, you lust for girls, am I not right? So why not continue the facade of being male?"
Seamus had never faced such a horrible decision in his life. To continue being male, and never let anyone know his secret... or to become a female, and get what he had always desired secretly. Now he wouldn't need to graft himself a penis --- but a vagina! And he fancied himself pretty androgynous anyway... But to become female after being the man's man for nearly 20 years..!!
And all the while, Lumpy's predicament remained.
Then Seamus remembered something that would change Lumpy's life. He was so excited that he hurriedly made a phone call back to Penang.
* * * * * * *
After what seemed like ages, Seamus and Grandma Lim returned to the publication room, where everyone was still bitching discussing the entire issue excitedly.
"I've thought of a solution!" announced Seamus when he entered the publication room.
Everyone looked up at him expectedly.
"My sister --- in Penang. My father --- Laksa King... this makes my sister the Laksa Princess! If I can get her to fall in love with you... the spell will be lifted! And I don't mind you being my brother-in-law!" Seamus said all this breathlessly, as he had ran all the way back just to tell everyone the good news.
"And what if she doesn't fall in love with me?" said Lumpy suspiciously.
"She loves animals! Don't worry!"
"What if she still doesn't?"
"I have two other younger sisters!"
"Are they good looking?"
"Look at me! Whaddya think? They are gorgeous!"
"Then again, your grandmother didn't steal young children's looks for your younger sisters did she? How good looking can they be if they didn't get any extra help?" said Goldie bitchily.
Seamus couldn't threaten to beat her up like what he usually did to Lumpy, so he merely glowered at her.
"Trust me, it'll work. I told her to come down to Moonway during the holidays. You'll have about a week to charm my already animal-loving sisters. They are both aged 17 and 16 respectively. One is Seamantha and the other is Seamdra."
Lumpy was already sold on the idea and soon, he and Seamus were sitting together drawing up a list of the girls' likes and dislikes.
* * * * * * *
When Benedict managed to pull Seamus aside for a little man-to-man talk, he hurriedly asked him if he could go with him to Malacca. He briefly outlined the reasons.
"Joanne --- helping you? Doesn't sound like her, does it? She's more the type who would help herself," said Seamus.
"Well what choice do I have? Can you lend me RM500? No, right? So why not have a free trip with me to Malacca? FULLY SPONSORED... the most you need to bring would be RM100... maybe less, since you don't need to pay for a girlfriend's outings..." replied Benedict.
"Yeah, but you know Joanne... she'll still try to get something from us. I dunno Ben... this sounds too good to be true..."
"FINE, then don't come with me! Go help Lumpy seduce your sisters over the holiday! What do I care?!" Benedict turned and walked away before Seamus could say anything.
Inside his room, Benedict fumed. Well, what did he care anyway? It was Seamus's fault for not cashing in on a free holiday. He would call Choong Leeng along for the holiday. Yeah, that was it!
But he really wanted Seamus along. Cos Seamus could entertain Joanne, and it would make him feel as if he was repaying Joanne by leaving a handsome boy at her disposal.
Then he remembered --- didn't Joanne, Ar Lian and Ar Huey mistook Choong Leeng for Seamus once upon a time... ??
A sinister smile spread on his face.
* * * * * * *
Once Grandma Lim left for Penang (to get Seamantha and Seamdra, as well as to avoid the nasty glances she kept getting), the organisation for the Airco launch fell to shambles.
Performers were cancelling on Seamus --- in fact, they denied knowledge of even saying that they had confirmed their attendence.
The magazine printer ran the publication late, therefore the posters publicising the event had to be reprinted, as the launch was pushed back.
The cafeteria caterers claimed that they had a bigger gig on that night, and therefore, were unable to supply the amount of food Seamus wanted. They had to downsize the entire event.
Last of all, the RM1,000 windfall they got had to be repaid to the Student Services Department when they discovered a mysterious hole in the wall. They claimed that the Airco members were abusing facilities and damaging "college property". Everyone glared at Vivek Vagina, hoping he would own up and pay for the damages himself. But he didn't, so the cheque flew back to the advisors.
Now, more than ever, Seamus needed people to stay with him and work with him on the launch. But now (apparently) Benedict and Choong Leeng were going to Malacca. Vivek and Ken Ching wouldn't work together, or at all (emotionally distraught, apparently). Loo Thingy already had her hands full from the magazine printing issues to handle the launch. It was left to Eurene Tonk (horrors!) and Igene Chee (horrors times two!) to help Seamus.
Seamus had two weeks to complete the entire launch. One week would fly by (holidays, helping Lummpy), and when Benedict and Choong Leeng got back, they would hopefully be able to help him do a LOT of last minute work.
He hoped.
* * * * * * *
Joanne realised that if she played her cards carefully, she would have Benedict eating from the palm of her hand for the rest of his life.
There was a spring in her step now wherever she went.She could withstand Clara's taunts for the moment. For soon, it would be Joanne who would taunt her!
She merely had to keep her temper in check, and this was easy, as long as she kept the visions of Benedict grovelling on the floor beside her clearly in her mind.
Or a vision of Benedict peeling grapes for her as they lounged in a gondola down the Straits of Malacca.
Or a vision of Benedict dancing with her, the skirts of her ballgown swirling around her like a dervish.
Everything was planned to minute precision in her mind. She couldn't see a way that anything could go wrong.
And if anything did go wrong, there was always Seamus to target.
He was coming along too, wasn't he? Benedict had confirmed that it was so.
Clara Tan came up to Joanne.
"I heard you're housing my boyfriend during his trip to Malacca," she said frostily. "I would just like to thank you for your generosity."
Clara tried to sound magnanimous, as if the decision for Benedict to stay with Joanne was a decision reached by the both of them. She tried not to think about the huge argument that they both had had, in which she accused Benedict of actually enjoying Joanne's advances.
"It's no problem at all! Seriously, I don't like Benedict anymore, so don't misunderstand me!" Joanne gave her a wide-eye innocent look. Clara glared back at Joanne's protuding eyeballs.
"Because if you touch him..."
"Trust me, I won't touch him! I don't like him! Seriously, I only invited him so that he would bring Seamus along!"
"Really?" Clara looked relieved.
"Yes... I don't go after guys who have girlfriends already."
Clara smiled warmly back at Joanne. Maybe the two of them could be good friends after all.
Joanne returned Clara's smile. It was so easy tricking this dim-witted girl.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, Benedict was hurrying Choong Leeng while she was packing for the Malacca trip.
"I don't see why I should wear the orange wig 24/7. And why can't I bring along my sundress and miniskirts? I'm supposed to have fun in Malacca right? How do you expect me to seduce the Malaccan youth if I'm only wearing the shorts and cargo pants you keep packing for me?!"
"Oh, you'll be seducing the Malaccan youth all right. The FEMALE Malaccan youth," mumbled Benedict in response.
For every dress that she tried to sneak in, Benedict would throw it out, until he finally broke down and begged Choong Leeng to pretend to be Seamus for the entire week at Joanne's house. Choong Leeng was apalled, but after a lengthy argument, she finally conceded, but mostly because she kept insisting to Benedict that it wouldn't work.
They ran downstairs, where Joanne was waiting in the car for them. She would be driving them South to Malacca.
"Hey Seamus! Hey Benedict! Come on in! Boy, you guys took long enough."
"See, told you it would work!" hissed Benedict merrily, as he threw his luggage into the boot. In the car, he received an sms from Seamus telling him to have a safe trip. He felt considerably kinder towards Seamus ever since Choong Leeng had agreed to pretend to be Seamus, and this message from Seamus showed that he was feeling sorry, perhaps.
It was going to be a great holiday.
What happens in Malacca? Will Lumpy manage to seduce Seamantha and Seamdra? Can Igene and Eurene work well together? Find out next week!
Benedict was reviewing the entire day's happenings with Loo Thingy.
"So you're saying that Seamus's grandma knows some kinda witchcraft thingamajiggy... and she used to tempt little boys into trading their looks in for toys... and she does NOT use the "looks" for herself, but for Seamus, thus explaining why Seamus is such a heart throb?" he iterated slowly.
"Yes! Yes! That's absolutely what I'm saying!" said Loo Thingy happily. "And I called you here because it's only appropriate for you to hear everything from your own best friend's mouth."
"It's pretty far-fetched you know..." said Benedict thoughtfully. He looked at Seamus and Grandma Lim, who were huddled together in the corner of a room. Everyone seemed to be avoiding them now because they were afraid Grandma Lim would zap them into guinea pigs at any second.
"Finally, someone who agrees with me," interrupted Seamus angrily. "Just because Loo Thingy is our editor - everyone agrees with her. Well let me remind you people. SHE READS A TONNE OF FAN FICTION EACH DAY. THIS IS NOT FAN FICTION! THIS IS REAL LIFE!"
"What does me reading fan fiction have to do with anything?!" replied Loo Thingy. "And it's true. So reverse the damn spell, old woman, and let me have my huggable pet brother (now more pet than ever) back again."
"BENEDICT AGREES WITH ME! HE THINKS THIS IS ALL A PILE OF SHIT!"
"YOUR GRANDMOTHER CONFESSED!!!"
"YOU'RE ALL JEALOUS THAT I'M NATURALLY GOOD LOOKING! DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW IT!"
"Frankly, I agree with Thingy," said Benedict. "Your Grandma hates me, I don't know why. I reckon if she's a witch, that would explain the spate of bad luck that I've been going through. Sorry buddy."
Seamus sank to the floor. Even Benedict believed the story. Then what did he - Seamus Lim - actually have going for him? Most people knew him for his good looks, and now he knew that they weren't even God given, as he thought it was. He felt like a nobody. He wondered what he actually looked like if his grandmother did not steal Lumpy's looks.
"Grandma, is that true?" he looked at his grandmother sadly. "I think," she whispered. "It's time we have a little private chat."
Before anyone in The Pub could stop them, she and Seamus whisked out of the publication room, and disappeared into the horizon, and nobody managed to track them to eavesdrop.
* * * * *
"Grandma, where are we?" said Seamus. They were sitting on white leather seats, in a rather cramped room. His grandmother sat next to him, holding his hands.
"In my Mercedes Benz, of course. We're in the basement parking, I doubt your friends will be able to find my car. Sometimes, I can't even find my own car."
"Right. So. How are we going to return Lumpy's looks? And will returning his looks mean that I'll get uglier? Grandma, WHY did you even do this in the first place? Was I truly so hideous as a child?"
His grandmother cleared her throat, and began her story.
Seamus, I do pride myself on being very good with my spells. However, I CANNOT undo the spell. The spell remains until Lumpy is kissed by a princess that is in love with him. The reason why he degenerated even more into a moose was because he kissed a princess that was NOT in love with him. In other words, he cheated. Cheaters never prosper, I always said.
Grandma... now is NOT the time to teach me proverbs.
Right... hehe, so where was I? I can't UNDO my spell. Not only can I NOT undo it, even if I could, I wouldn't. It would totally go against my ethics as a witch. You don't go around cursing people, and then lifting the curses. My association would strip me of my title as Head of North White Witches. And I tell you, there are some bitches who are looking to take over my title...
Grandma, get with the story.
I thought my story was finished.
I want to know why you did such a thing in the first place. Am I really ugly?
Oh, that. Seamus... you know you're a hermaphrodite... right? I guess we did not really bring you for check-ups with the proper gender identity specialists, because once the doctor who delivered you announced that you were a boy (albeit, with a malformed penis), your father rather accepted that than to drag the issue on any longer. He always wanted a boy to take over his Laksa King business. The thing is, you were SUCH a beautiful baby boy... you grew up, you were precocious, you were so beautiful on the outside, we always shook our heads and wondered why God dealt you such a bad card as to make you a hermaphrodite
*insert tragic sob from Grandma Lim*
The worse was yet to come. Once you hit twelve, we realised something rather worrying. You weren't developing like how a normal boy was developing. That was when we realised that maybe... just maybe... the doctor made a mistake. Maybe you really were actually a girl (albeit, one with a tiny slit and an engorged clitoris), rather than a boy who had a malformed penis. Are you following me?
From what I'm gathering, I think that you're saying that... that you people stinged on giving me a proper check-up!
Like I said, your dad was intent on having a boy to take over the Laksa King business! You did look like a boy when you were younger, but it's just that when you were supposed to have hit puberty, you weren't growing like your normal male friends. Lack of testosterone probably. You had very slender arms, a WAIST (God forbid!) and you were developing what looked like hips. This was very worrying for us, of course. That's when I took things into my own hands. I took the looks of young boys not to make you look more handsome, but to make you look more... male. So the answer is --- no, you're not naturally ugly. It's just that you looked more feminine than your male friends...
Silence enveloped the mercedes benz. "So am I male or female now?"
"Lord knows. You should probably go for a proper check-up. But since we've raised you as a male so far, what are you going to do? Change sex right away? Anyway, you lust for girls, am I not right? So why not continue the facade of being male?"
Seamus had never faced such a horrible decision in his life. To continue being male, and never let anyone know his secret... or to become a female, and get what he had always desired secretly. Now he wouldn't need to graft himself a penis --- but a vagina! And he fancied himself pretty androgynous anyway... But to become female after being the man's man for nearly 20 years..!!
And all the while, Lumpy's predicament remained.
Then Seamus remembered something that would change Lumpy's life. He was so excited that he hurriedly made a phone call back to Penang.
* * * * * * *
After what seemed like ages, Seamus and Grandma Lim returned to the publication room, where everyone was still bitching discussing the entire issue excitedly.
"I've thought of a solution!" announced Seamus when he entered the publication room.
Everyone looked up at him expectedly.
"My sister --- in Penang. My father --- Laksa King... this makes my sister the Laksa Princess! If I can get her to fall in love with you... the spell will be lifted! And I don't mind you being my brother-in-law!" Seamus said all this breathlessly, as he had ran all the way back just to tell everyone the good news.
"And what if she doesn't fall in love with me?" said Lumpy suspiciously.
"She loves animals! Don't worry!"
"What if she still doesn't?"
"I have two other younger sisters!"
"Are they good looking?"
"Look at me! Whaddya think? They are gorgeous!"
"Then again, your grandmother didn't steal young children's looks for your younger sisters did she? How good looking can they be if they didn't get any extra help?" said Goldie bitchily.
Seamus couldn't threaten to beat her up like what he usually did to Lumpy, so he merely glowered at her.
"Trust me, it'll work. I told her to come down to Moonway during the holidays. You'll have about a week to charm my already animal-loving sisters. They are both aged 17 and 16 respectively. One is Seamantha and the other is Seamdra."
Lumpy was already sold on the idea and soon, he and Seamus were sitting together drawing up a list of the girls' likes and dislikes.
* * * * * * *
When Benedict managed to pull Seamus aside for a little man-to-man talk, he hurriedly asked him if he could go with him to Malacca. He briefly outlined the reasons.
"Joanne --- helping you? Doesn't sound like her, does it? She's more the type who would help herself," said Seamus.
"Well what choice do I have? Can you lend me RM500? No, right? So why not have a free trip with me to Malacca? FULLY SPONSORED... the most you need to bring would be RM100... maybe less, since you don't need to pay for a girlfriend's outings..." replied Benedict.
"Yeah, but you know Joanne... she'll still try to get something from us. I dunno Ben... this sounds too good to be true..."
"FINE, then don't come with me! Go help Lumpy seduce your sisters over the holiday! What do I care?!" Benedict turned and walked away before Seamus could say anything.
Inside his room, Benedict fumed. Well, what did he care anyway? It was Seamus's fault for not cashing in on a free holiday. He would call Choong Leeng along for the holiday. Yeah, that was it!
But he really wanted Seamus along. Cos Seamus could entertain Joanne, and it would make him feel as if he was repaying Joanne by leaving a handsome boy at her disposal.
Then he remembered --- didn't Joanne, Ar Lian and Ar Huey mistook Choong Leeng for Seamus once upon a time... ??
A sinister smile spread on his face.
* * * * * * *
Once Grandma Lim left for Penang (to get Seamantha and Seamdra, as well as to avoid the nasty glances she kept getting), the organisation for the Airco launch fell to shambles.
Performers were cancelling on Seamus --- in fact, they denied knowledge of even saying that they had confirmed their attendence.
The magazine printer ran the publication late, therefore the posters publicising the event had to be reprinted, as the launch was pushed back.
The cafeteria caterers claimed that they had a bigger gig on that night, and therefore, were unable to supply the amount of food Seamus wanted. They had to downsize the entire event.
Last of all, the RM1,000 windfall they got had to be repaid to the Student Services Department when they discovered a mysterious hole in the wall. They claimed that the Airco members were abusing facilities and damaging "college property". Everyone glared at Vivek Vagina, hoping he would own up and pay for the damages himself. But he didn't, so the cheque flew back to the advisors.
Now, more than ever, Seamus needed people to stay with him and work with him on the launch. But now (apparently) Benedict and Choong Leeng were going to Malacca. Vivek and Ken Ching wouldn't work together, or at all (emotionally distraught, apparently). Loo Thingy already had her hands full from the magazine printing issues to handle the launch. It was left to Eurene Tonk (horrors!) and Igene Chee (horrors times two!) to help Seamus.
Seamus had two weeks to complete the entire launch. One week would fly by (holidays, helping Lummpy), and when Benedict and Choong Leeng got back, they would hopefully be able to help him do a LOT of last minute work.
He hoped.
* * * * * * *
Joanne realised that if she played her cards carefully, she would have Benedict eating from the palm of her hand for the rest of his life.
There was a spring in her step now wherever she went.She could withstand Clara's taunts for the moment. For soon, it would be Joanne who would taunt her!
She merely had to keep her temper in check, and this was easy, as long as she kept the visions of Benedict grovelling on the floor beside her clearly in her mind.
Or a vision of Benedict peeling grapes for her as they lounged in a gondola down the Straits of Malacca.
Or a vision of Benedict dancing with her, the skirts of her ballgown swirling around her like a dervish.
Everything was planned to minute precision in her mind. She couldn't see a way that anything could go wrong.
And if anything did go wrong, there was always Seamus to target.
He was coming along too, wasn't he? Benedict had confirmed that it was so.
Clara Tan came up to Joanne.
"I heard you're housing my boyfriend during his trip to Malacca," she said frostily. "I would just like to thank you for your generosity."
Clara tried to sound magnanimous, as if the decision for Benedict to stay with Joanne was a decision reached by the both of them. She tried not to think about the huge argument that they both had had, in which she accused Benedict of actually enjoying Joanne's advances.
"It's no problem at all! Seriously, I don't like Benedict anymore, so don't misunderstand me!" Joanne gave her a wide-eye innocent look. Clara glared back at Joanne's protuding eyeballs.
"Because if you touch him..."
"Trust me, I won't touch him! I don't like him! Seriously, I only invited him so that he would bring Seamus along!"
"Really?" Clara looked relieved.
"Yes... I don't go after guys who have girlfriends already."
Clara smiled warmly back at Joanne. Maybe the two of them could be good friends after all.
Joanne returned Clara's smile. It was so easy tricking this dim-witted girl.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, Benedict was hurrying Choong Leeng while she was packing for the Malacca trip.
"I don't see why I should wear the orange wig 24/7. And why can't I bring along my sundress and miniskirts? I'm supposed to have fun in Malacca right? How do you expect me to seduce the Malaccan youth if I'm only wearing the shorts and cargo pants you keep packing for me?!"
"Oh, you'll be seducing the Malaccan youth all right. The FEMALE Malaccan youth," mumbled Benedict in response.
For every dress that she tried to sneak in, Benedict would throw it out, until he finally broke down and begged Choong Leeng to pretend to be Seamus for the entire week at Joanne's house. Choong Leeng was apalled, but after a lengthy argument, she finally conceded, but mostly because she kept insisting to Benedict that it wouldn't work.
They ran downstairs, where Joanne was waiting in the car for them. She would be driving them South to Malacca.
"Hey Seamus! Hey Benedict! Come on in! Boy, you guys took long enough."
"See, told you it would work!" hissed Benedict merrily, as he threw his luggage into the boot. In the car, he received an sms from Seamus telling him to have a safe trip. He felt considerably kinder towards Seamus ever since Choong Leeng had agreed to pretend to be Seamus, and this message from Seamus showed that he was feeling sorry, perhaps.
It was going to be a great holiday.
What happens in Malacca? Will Lumpy manage to seduce Seamantha and Seamdra? Can Igene and Eurene work well together? Find out next week!