Whom I Met at the Finals

Last Thursday was the Form 3 debate finals.

And it was there I met my old acquaintance: Mike.

Or, to put it fuller, Mike RhoPhoan. Heard of him?

He's also known as Sown M Pleefieyer.

You might have seen him before. He is pathetically thin, literally a stick of a man, and has a round head, which he often covers with some interwoven wire. He seems to have a fetish for black, and is rarely seen wearing a different colour.

If you stand next to him and measure his height compared to yours, his head usually reaches slightly above your chin.

Oh yeah. I almost forgot: he has an irritating habit of repeating whatever is mentioned in front of him. Whatever secrets you have will be publicly announced by him should you accidentally reveal it in his presence. He also enjoys mimicking your voice, but not a 100%. He often adds some booms and crackles into his version of your speech, probably for the plain sake of annoying the hell out of you.

Therefore, you must always keep a tight rein on him, which some people emphasise on by wrapping their hand around his neck. This 'reining' requires some skill, a skill that I have not yet gained. Hence my dismay at seeing him again.

Does my description ring a bell? Just in case it doesn't, I've inserted a picture of him below.



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HAH!

Recognise him NOW, don't you?