  The other day at work, I broke some of the mechanical equipment. Actually, I didn't break it at all. Someone else did, but she didn't want to admit it, so for all practical purposes, I was the one to blame.
This put me in a particularly good mood, being credited for something I very much wanted to do, without putting forth the extra effort of performing the deed myself, and I grew a mysterious smirk like the Mona Lisa's. I felt mysteriously happy, because it's rebellious to wink at the customers when the equipment is down, and being rebellious makes the heart inflate. It's a vicious circle. To tell the truth, it had never occurred to me to damage machinery until it had already been done, but I figured if I were to be held responsible, I may as well take on a spiteful attitude towards the apparatus, and make the idea of a reprobate Mulya complete. This is the difference between a free concept and a criminal mind: The former, a victim of hearsay, and the latter, a brooding heart of malice, ready to pounce on any small piece of retail equipment that chances to cross her ill-beaten path.
Bwa hahahaha! My laughter shakes the room like a snake shaking free from its skin. From now on, I have decided, I shall travel in a smack, like a jellyfish. There is safety in numbers. 
