Amy walks in wearing a fusion peranakan/western combination outfit.

 

John: Hi, sayang.

 

Amy: (Blushing and smiling) Eh! Hi, hi!

 

John: Baju nya, cantik!

 

Amy: (Still blushing): No lah, pai seh, pai seh.

 

John: Go for kopi?

 

Amy: Can

 

So off they went to the kopi-tiam on East Coast Road near Still Road. You see, they were both Baba.

 

John: (After the kopi arrives) So how?

 

Amy: No so good, lor.

 

John: Eh? Why?

 

Amy: I got pain. See doctor. Say I got cancer.

 

John: Ah?!

 

Amy: Ya lor. Dunno going to die or not.

 

John: (frantic) What he say? What cancer? Where? What to do? You cannot die leh!

 

Amy: Eh, eh, jangan panic lah. Dunno, leh. Say got tumor in brain, lor. Maybe that why I so stupid (giggles)

 

John: Eh, don’t so suay lah!

 

Amy: What to do? We all must die one, right?

 

John faints.

 

(to be continued…. maybe)

About 120 anxious moments later, the sound of ambulance. “ba-bu, ba-bu”!

John has regained partial conciousness.

John (weakly): simi tai chi?

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