Spock felt his heart dropping to his stomach when Stu said.
“Dave and the girls asked us to stay a few more days.”
Disheartened, Spock looked at Stu and rubbed his sore, swollen ear. “No bloody chance. The little buggers will only terrorise me and give Goyt head more reason to beat me up. Besides, I want my new tattoo.”
Spock furrowed his brow as he saw the amusement on Stu’s face as he said.
“Sorry mate, but I already told them we would stay a few more days. The girls wanted to, and if we stay a couple of more days, maybe we can find out if Pon and Taksin uncover anything else,” said Stu and smirked, “I am sure Lek and Sid would leave you alone, look how concerned they were about you before, and they have made something for you, come look,”
Spock sighed and went with Stu to the lounge.
Spock saw Lek and Sid playing on the floor. The angelic youngsters looked up at him and grinned. A chill went down Spock’s spine and the theme tune from children of the corn rang in his ears as Sid handed him a crayon drawing.
“Look stupid, they’ve drawn a picture of you,” said Moo and smirked.
Spock smiled and looked at the drawing. “Thanks,” he said and looking at the sketch, glanced at Stu, and then smiled at Sid. “It’s a portrait of me with Stu… it’s good.”
Sid nodded and smirked, “No, it’s just you,”
Spock furrowed his brow, and as the others laughed, he looked again at the picture. “So, what is that red blob on my shoulder...Oh.”
He looked at the smiling kids and frowned. ‘Little monsters think it’s funny. It’s their bloody fault my lug’s swollen,’ he thought.
“Hmm, thanks. I’ll go put this in my bag and take it to Pattaya and hang it up when I get home,” he said and looked at the kids smiling up at him. “Okay, we will stay a few more days.”
“Good,” said Moo, “Well go take a shower. I want to clean our room and you will only mess it up again if you shower later. I have put your clean clothes on the bed.”
Spock tutted and walked out of the lounge and Sid and Lek tittered and went to the Kitchen with Stu. While Stu sat and recovered his word document, Sid went to the fridge, took something out, smirked, and then he and Lek left the Kitchen.
The terrible twosome went to Spock and Moo’s room and stood outside the door sniggering.
Fifteen minutes later, a loud scream echoed around the quarters. Stu furrowed his brow. ‘That’s sounded like Spock squealing’ he thought, ‘but he sounded as if he had been castrated.’
The cherubic Sid and Lek walked into the kitchen. Sid threw something in the bin and they giggled and left.
Stu looked in the bin, smirked, and went back to writing his masterpiece.
“What are you jumping around and wailing about stupid? And put some clothes on,” said Moo glaring at Spock who stood at the sink frantically splashing water on his gonads.
Spock turned around and with tears streaming down his red face, pointed to his underpants discarded on the floor by the bed. As the pain returned, he turned back to the sink to splash more cold water on his throbbing nuts and todger.
With Spock whimpering and cursing, Moo furrowed her brow, picked up his Y-fronts and looked inside at the gusset. She saw small mushed red seeds and smirked. “I will wash these,” she said and left the room chuckling.
An hour later, Spock came into the kitchen. “Do you know what those little bastards did?” he said cursing the little terrorists. “My gonads look like a baboons arse.”
Spock went to the fridge and took out a small bag of ice, which he put down the front of his shorts and grimaced as he sat down.
Stu chuckled, pointed to the TV, and said. “I’ve been watching Aljazeera, they said CNN studios in Abu Dhabi had been torched and everyone in there was put on a plane and expelled from the country.”
“Huh,” said Spock, “served them right, they should have gone before. Lucky they weren’t lynched.”
“Oh,” said Stu smirking. “Some were; they showed pictures of Richard Quest dangling from a lamppost.”
“Really,” said Spock raising his eyebrows.
“Nah,” said Stu and chuckled. “But it said that US citizens were now rioting in cities across America and being egged on by Weasel and the Republicans. Aljazeera showed footage of the rioting in some towns with vehicles and shops set ablaze. The reporter said that Americans of every creed, colour, and religion felt appalled and angry at their government’s deception. They felt terrified of repercussions from the rest of the world and the reporter said there were rumours of the government imposing Martial law.”
Spock shifted his ice bag, let out a sigh of relief, and said. “Yeah, but who will enforce Martial law? I can’t see any of the armed forces or police siding with the government on this one.”
“Me neither,” said Stu, and the pair watched the news until Moo came in and kicked them out while the girls cooked.
Baboon’s arse bollocks limped to his room with a bowl of iced water while Stu went to his room with his laptop to read more on the web.
“Have you found out anything Pon?” asked Dave as Pon joined them in the lounge.
Pon smiled and said. “Thai Muslims and Buddhist’s are now working together to repair the damage and heal the rift,” he smirked, “but no one has been able to contact the Americans.”
While Spock glared at his nemesis sat on the small table eating and looking angelic, Stu said. “It looked like a shitstorm for the Septic’s. According to Aljazeera news, American offices abroad including Europe are closed. Facebook was still on, but only working from their US offices after their employees fled. They said the US Government ordered news channels to cut satellite links to the rest of the world. They’re stopping news from international channels coming in, hoping to pacify the American people and keep them in the dark. The American Government already blocked the internet and social media. However, before Google went off-line, it showed a picture of the chimp in Nazi uniform on its cover page, along with a statement, which read: Please forgive us world.”
“Yeah, that about summed it all up,” said Dave and sighed. He glanced at Sid and in a whisper said. “I need to get back to England soon. I tried t’ find out what happened to Sid’s and my families bodies. I phoned t’ council, and they said because they couldn’t get hold of any family members they cremated them all before this came out.”
Spock stopped glaring at the kids and remembered why they were there. He felt upset and said. “So what will you do matey?”
“I’ll take Sid back and sort it out and get our belongings and finances sorted. If it’s okay with you Pon we’ll come back here.”
“Of course Dave,” said Pon “You are welcome any time.”
Stu frowned. “Do you think England will be safe mate? You know what close ties they have with the Septic’s.”
Dave shrugged. “I dunno, but I will leave it a few more days and see if things settle darn, but we have to go and sort things out.”
While Dave translated for Manhut, Stu whispered to Spock. “Why are you looking so upset? At least your ears and Gonads will be safe for a while.”
Spock smiled, looked at Sid and Lek, and sighed. “Poor kids,” he whispered.
Manhut told Pon and Dave that he and Lek would go home in the next few days. Manhut felt Lek had come to terms with what happened to her parents. He said they would stay together, and along with their neighbours rebuild their shattered lives. He said they would visit the Palace from time to time to see Pon, and Dave and Sid on their return.
Over the next few days, everything appeared to be back to normal. With little news now coming out of America and the US cable networks down, Spock watched the Thai channel and repeats. He still grumbled about his sore Chile Gonads and wanting to go home. Stu wrote his book while he listened to Spock whinge.
Pon and Taksin spent most of their time in Taksin’s office but weren’t having much success with their investigation.
Dave and Manhut
trained with the Tinju and the girls played with the kids and gossiped while the kids planned more ways to terrorise Spock and drop him in the shit with Moo. It felt as if nothing had happened.
In Thailand, things soon calmed down. With all the Americans gone, the Thai protesters who took to the streets demonstrating against America dispersed, and the Prime Minister said he would join the other world leaders in taking action against the U.S.
“Hah, I got the cling film off the bog before I took a dump this time,” said Spock coming into the kitchen. He made him and Stu a cuppa, sat down, and sighed.
Stu smirked because he knew what was coming next.
“Matey, we are no use here. I am sure that we are outstaying our welcome with the Heads, and with Pon always busy, we are just getting under his feet. Manhut and Lek are going home today and Dave and Sid are going to the UK in a couple of days… oh, and the girls looked bored.”
Stu saw the despair in Spock’s eyes as he pleaded, “Can we please go home?”
Stu looked at his friend’s swollen lug and saw him fidgeting to get the weight off his Gonads. He smirked when he thought about the slapping he got from Moo for taking a dump, which slid off cling film onto the floor. “Yeah, you’re right mate; it’s time to go home.”
Spock’s face lit up and with a smile a mile wide, sounded relieved and said. “Really, that’s great, when shall we leave?”
“We can tell Pon tonight and I’ll tell the others now. We can leave in the morning.”
Stu smirked at Spock and knowing he would be nosy again, turned off his computer and went to the lounge.
Spock whistled homeward bound, went to the fridge, and took out a Singha beer. He smiled and thought. ‘Time to celebrate.’ He went to the cupboard, took out his secret whisky stash he’d replenished, and poured him and Stu a glass.
He sat and drank the liquor feeling a weight off his shoulders. Although saddened by little Sid’s plight, he knew he would now be safe. He sculled his whisky, poured himself another glass, and grinned while planning his tattooist visit and night on the town with Stu in Pattaya.
Stu came back into the kitchen smirking fifteen minutes later.
He looked at Spock looking smug.
“Have you told them?” asked Spock, handing Stu a whisky.
“Yep,” said Stu who grinned and took a drink.
“So what time do we leave?” asked Spock.
“We can leave after breakfast in the morning,” said Stu sitting down.
“Great,” said Spock, “I’ll get Moo to pack tonight.” He then looked sullen. “Maybe we can come back in a few days to see Dave and Sid off at the airport.”
Stu took another drink of whisky and smirked. “Oh, there’s no need… they are coming with us. I said they could stay with us until their flight home,” said Stu and sniggered, having never seen his friend turning pale so quick.
⸺Chapter Twenty-Five⸺
The six had been in Pattaya several days now.
Spock sat in Stu’s lounge admiring the artwork on his new tattoo. He picked off a few scabs and winced, “It’s still tender so I’d better not pick it anymore.”
Stu looked up from his laptop, glared at the dried scabs on his tiled floor and tutted. “Yeah good idea, or maybe only pick your scabs off at your house,” he said and glanced at Aljazeera news on T.V.
“Look! Jelly baby’s being pelted with eggs. Turn it up Spock,” said Stu.
Spock turned up the volume, and they watched footage of the British Prime Minister stood outside 10 Downing Street holding a press conference. He looked enraged as egg yolk ran down his forehead with the police arresting the man who threw it. “You’re a wanker,” hollered the protestor as the police carted him away. The Prime Minister puckered his forehead and pierced his lips, the expression the Brits were used to seeing from this Eton university toff as he tried to look angry and regain his composure.
Jeering and shouting then came from other protesters who had also mingled with reporters and camera crews and they hurled more abuse and eggs at the Prime Minister. Police and Secret Service officers ushered the angry Prime Minister inside number 10 as an egg splattered against the shiny black door and the protesters ran off, leaving angry and stunned looking press.
The scene then moved to the Aljazeera studio where the broadcaster announced news of similar demonstrations taking place in towns and cities around the United Kingdom along with several countries in Europe.
The TV then showed seas of demonstrators in cities around the U.K., with people wanting to oust all pro-American governments from Europe.
As the screen showed clashes and riots in some areas, the broadcaster announced. “Police and military personnel in parts of the UK and Europe refused to take action against the hundreds of thousands of protestors.”
“It’s bloody chaos,” said Spock, “mind you, our lot have been stuck up America’s arse for years, and that idiot Prime Minister Jelly baby will take their side and lie to everyone.”
“Yeah,” said Stu sounding miffed, “There could be an American revolution. According to the news, apart from that chubby bloke with the daft haircut wanting to nuke them, China, India, Iran, Russia and other countries including Thailand and Cambodia, imposed economic sanctions against the US and their European puppets. Even the countries that have no Buddhists or Muslims felt outraged and wondered what other religion the American government could have picked on.”
“Good,” said Spock. “Give them a taste of their own medicine, they’ll be bolloxed.”
“Yep, America may have oil but no manufacturing or industry left, and the Brits have bugger all. The government gave it away to import stuff because it was cheaper. Now they’re finding out the hard way that it isn’t. According to Aljazeera news leaked from America yesterday, Americans wanted the dissolution of the covert intelligence agencies that were involved, and bring those leaders to justice. Millions of protesters are demanding a change of government, one who can mend the bridges between the US and the Buddhist and Muslim countries… and who aren’t a sneaky bunch of cunts.”
“Well, that narrowed the field down to,” Spock pondered and said, “Err… One.”
“Mate, they won’t make Pamela Anderson President because she’s got big tits.”
Spock furrowed his brow while he had a re-think and said, “Okay, so that’s nobody then.”
Stu looked pensive and said. “They will probably make farty name President because he’s more of a businessman than a politician, and he’d dealt with foreign countries for ages.”
Spock smirked and then frowned at Stu. He pointed his finger and said, “You’re fired!”
“Oh yes, very funny. Mind you, it will take a lot of healing after what those bastards did. It’s not surprising that the good old US of A, along with their mates, are fucked. I’m glad we live here mate with all those bloody riots at home.”
“Yep, that’s what happens when you bat for the wrong team. It’s a pity though; we will lose Chimp and Lurch,” Spock chuckled.
“Yeah, and good riddance, my only complaint is that the rioters didn’t tie that idiot Richard Quest into the CNN building in Abu Dhabi before they set it on fire, said Spock and looked concerned. “I hope Dave and Sid will be okay when they go home.”
The news broadcaster then announced. “The corrupt, controversial U.S.-backed Ukrainian President who took over the country in an illegal military coup several years earlier, fled Ukraine two days before the referendum to re-join the Russian Federation. The polls suggested 90% of Ukrainians were in favour of being annexed by Russia in the wake of what the world were now calling, ‘The Great American Deception.’ Pro-Russian militia, along with Russian troops sent in by the Russian President have moved into Kiev’s Presidential Administration building before Thursday’s vote to ensure a fair and ...”
“Boring...Turn it off Spock,” said Stu, interrupting the rest of the newscast and went back to writing more thrilling chapters of his book.
Spock turne
d down the volume, smirked, and set up his new play-station on Stu’s TV, sat back, and turned it on. He jolted when Stu had an epiphany.
Stu looked at Spock, and sounding excited said, “I know; I’ll call it, Chunky the Monopyre,” he chuckled and went back to tapping away on the keypad.
“Huh,” mumbled Spock as he found the game he’d saved and thought. ‘Call it what you want matey, you’re the only one who will ever read it.’ He smirked and was about to play the game when…
“Aye up lads,” said Dave, putting down their luggage as he and Sid came into the lounge.
Sid rushed over to Spock, slapped his new tattoo of a dragon wearing a daft hat, and grabbed a game controller, “Aye up Spock, what you playing?”
Spock winced as his arm stung and he looked at the smiling boy. “You’ve been a long time packing. What else have you been doing? Putting toothpaste on my bog seat again.”
Sid smirked and clicked a button on the game console. “Here.” he said, “I have made it for two players.”
“Thanks for letting us stay with you Stu.”
“Yeah,” said Sid pressing buttons and attacking Spock space ships, “It’s a pity Spock’s house smelt of sweaty feet otherwise we could have stayed there longer.”
Stu smiled, looked at Spock concentrating on the game ignoring everyone, and chuckled. “Are you sure you won’t stay longer? You and Sid are always welcome here,” he said.
“Thanks Stu,” said Dave looking embarrassed by Sid’s comment. “But we have a lot of things to sort out in England,” He looked at Sid happily playing with Spock and smiled.
“Be careful matey. The shit hole is having riots and loads of problems... Oy, I wasn’t ready you little cheat,” said Spock looking miffed as Sid killed his Alien King.
Sid chuckled and as Spock frantically pressed buttons to shore up his defences, while Sid annihilated his army.
Dave and Stu chuckled as Spock looked like a man possessed, throwing his game controller from side to side like a whirling Dervish.
“We weint be long, once everything gets sorted, me and Sid are moving here. We are Thai’s, so we belong here.”
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