Haha, da Bandit and I are smart.

We bought some Timtam choccy biscuits into the office, and passed 'em to VL. For safe-keeping. Cos we know how strict he can get, and how he won't give in to our after-meals-chocolate-biscuit cravings - at least, not until we've given him the puppy dog eyes and please please pretty please at least three times.

But of course, we're smarter. Cos we gave him one pack for safe-keeping, and another pack we kept stashed away in da Bandit's drawer itself. Heh-heh.

But today, when I was munchin' on one biscuit from our stash and offering another one to VL, I got a mini lecture from him. See? See how strict he is.

VL: See la, buy already, dangerous ah. (Yes, he speaks the most fluent Singlish.)
KL: *sheepishly*... uhm...

Later...

VL: Why don't you buy the sour ones? (He means sour plums)
KL: Well..I need both...sweet and sours...
VL: Yea, but must cut down on sugars, you know...
KL: *tunes out*

Hahaha. He's funny. Talking about the pot calling the kettle black! He gulps down, like, 6 or 7 coffees a day!

Anyways, VL's an office boy who does stuff like answering phones (Alex-neh! The phone!), filing stuff, entering data, and buying the coffee. I think he's glad there's someone in the office hierarchy even lower down than him, i.e. da Beagle.