Liberated!

Free from the bonds of words and figures, he soars into the noon sky, and once again continues his noble mission.

Invisible to humans, he treads quietly into 3 Balau's classroom, careful not alert Puan Ong of his presence. Then, one by one, he reaches into the minds of the students. With lightning speed and absolute precision, he unbinds their minds. Ropes of information litter the ground.

One by one, the students jerk. Now no longer bound by the accursed exams, their unclouded minds think clearly. Staring down, they find their exam sheets completed. Staring up, they find that the exam still has another 30 minutes to go.

Finding the classroom way too monotonous for their liking, some students grab hold of a pencil and start drawing. Sketches fill the question paper. Some students, too overcome by tiredness, lay their heads down on their arms and close their eyes, seeking the door to Dreamland.

Suddenly, a hum of voices fill in the silence. The students raise their eyes. Exam is over. Puan Ong struts over to each table, and collects the exam sheets.

When she is almost done collecting, the school bell rings.

Life flows into the students limbs. Thoughts of fun -- fun, a word hardly thought about during the last 2 weeks -- fills their minds.

Then the truth hits them. Exam is over.

They are liberated.

With smiling faces and lively voices, they silently give their thanks to the Liberator.

The Liberator: the one and only, the strong and mighty. We thank you.