How well do you know the races?

Hmm...ok,
Salleh (Arab),
Anderson (Normal, below-average looking chinese),
Kumar (Indian),
Mikael (Swedish) and
Irwan (Malay) are going to play block catching in a 13-storey high HDB block.

Salleh's IT.

Who'll get caught first?

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As he strapped on the final layer of tape around the explosives on his chest, Salleh knew he didn't have much time before time is up. And if he's gonna bring someone to hell with him, it's gonna be that Swede.

Mikael knew he's being targeted, as he strode along the corridors of the 8th floor, looking for a good hiding place. Time was running out.

"God damned Arabs, all they know is hunt us whites, can't they go for some Asian meat instead, godamnit....Ah!! A riser closet, if only I can squee..."

And he squeezed into the little space.

A minute passed.....

Then two....

Then three....

And the door opened.....revealing a tall, chubby, dark and angry Salleh.

"Tag, you're it. And I'm gonna blow you up!!!"

"But h....how did you know?"

"Cut down on your meatballs, your farts gave you out, dumbo"

"Ch...cheater!!"


"Oh yeah? Ur god damn country can't even beat those german shephards and their hotdogs in soccer."


*Mikael, in tears* "B...but we still have out meatballs!!!!"


"Nope, the chinese ones taste better....well, it doesn't really matter cos you're gonna die now!!!"

With that, salleh rips off his shirt to reveal the many many cheap and poorly-taped explosives and chuckles gleefully.

"So this is how it feels when you're gonna kill for justice"

Mikael puts a finger to his lips with an extremely intrigued expression.

"Kill? Ummm...sorry...but...how???"

Salleh throws back with a big laugh. "Hahahaha, but of course, with thi...."

"..."

"..."

"Now where did I put that igniter....godamnit!"

"Oh issit that white L-shaped thing you left at my place before coming over? I thought it was a bottle opener!"

SAlleh's eyes widened, everything has come to an end, his cover blown, his objective failed, his ideal crushed. Tears began to well up.

Mikael gave him a pat on the back, "C'mon dude, don't be sad, stop all these terrorist bullshit, I'll treat you to some meatballs after I find that AZN(abbv. for asian) ass.

Salleh rubbed his eyes and the frown turned into a smile almost immediately, just like a kid.

"b...but...that doesn't mean I won't blow everyone up when I find that bottl...pfft...ignitor in ur place...". Salleh pouted.

"Whatever....".

----So now, Mikael's it, did you guess it? So who's next? ANderson, Irwan or Kumar?