Death by one smelly monkey gas filled pillow.
Mun LOVES to do this to me! I really hope that he doesn’t do that to his future children or teach his son how to bully the sister in such icky ways. But without all these icky moments, I don’t think I’ll have much memories of Mun in my younger years. Since we are separated by distance when he went overseas to study and for work and for my case, my studies and work back in Malaysia and Singapore. Aww… my brotherly lovely memories are all filled with certain unpleasant odours that killed my brain. *splat*