Eight pm, Spock and Stu sat in the kitchen and tuned into CNN, they wanted to see how they had condensed the information into a news story.
The others watched Thai channel 7 in the lounge.
CNN showed Russian troops going into Ukraine at the people’s request to assist them.
“Huh,” said Stu furrowing his brow and changed channels to BBC world, where a train crash in China was the headline story.
“Typical of them not to show the truth,” said Stu and changed channels again to Aljazeera news. “Ahh, that’s better.”
The residence, usually noisy with chatter, was silent with everyone glued to the TV.
Taksin and Pon went to Suvarnabhumi airport to liaise with flight operators, airport officials, and customs and immigration for the imminent panic.
Thirty minutes later, the Aljazeera news item finished, and the broadcaster said. “We could not contact the White House for comment and we are still investigating information, but we will bring you the news as soon as we get it.”
Experts were then brought in to comment.
Even though they had seen the footage, Spock and Stu felt an air of tension and realised that if the other channels around the world had produced such a gripping story, there would be international outrage toward America.
They went into the lounge and saw the kids playing on the floor by the window while the adults sat on the sofa looking aghast as the Thai news story was still showing.
Spock and Stu stood and watched. Stu chuckled. “Doesn’t the Chimp sound weird speaking Thai.”
The lads went back into the kitchen and drank beer.
Dave joined them, and the three chatted.
“This won’t go away any time soon,” said Stu and took a slurp of Singha.
“Aye,” said Dave. “And I hope the Yanks are made to pay.”
Spock drank his beer and stayed silent, considering the ramifications.
The next morning, Moo stood with her hands on her hips pointing at the overflowing bin. She glared at Spock who looked at her through blood shot eyes and covered his sore ears. “It was Daves fault, he was inconsolable.”
Stu chuckled as Moo went over, emptied the bin into a large black bin-bag, and stormed out. “Oh well, it looks like everything’s back to normal.”
“Phew,” said Spock taking a slurp of tea, “that was close; we better make ourselves scarce matey, they will be in to cook breakfast.”
Stu nodded and turned on the TV to CNN where a nervous looking broadcaster announced they had only just received the damning evidence against the US, and they were waiting for the President to respond.
“Huh,” said Spock as Pon walked in.
“You look knackered mate, I’ll make you a cuppa,” said Stu and went to the hot water jug.
Pon sat down, “It’s been mayhem at the airport all night, but it has quietened down now. They cancelled all outgoing flights, with those planes, along with any planes landing at Suvarnabhumi, diverted to America. So far, we have repatriated almost 20,000 Americans, but we still had many turning up when Taksin and I left.”
“Rough night then,” said Stu putting a mug of tea in front of him.
Pon nodded. “I will eat breakfast and then go to the temple to chant with the Tinju.”
After breakfast, Spock and Stu stayed in the kitchen flicking to news channels.
CNN and BBC world warned American citizens in countries outside the USA to return home as soon as possible.
The broadcast repeated constantly worldwide, with Aljazeera reporting other predominately Buddhist countries media had informed them that they had searched for Sanctuaries and uncovered the murder of their country’s descendants.
With American Embassies worldwide attacked, most Americans fled fearing for their lives.
Buddhist and Muslim leaders appealed for unity and harmony between the two religions.
Pon sat in Taksin’s office and smiled as an army General in the southern Provinces called to say that not only was there no longer tension between the two religions; they were helping each other rebuild the damage.
News footage on the Thai channels showed the same thing with Buddhists and Muslims building and partying together. Pon was called to the Temple of the Sacred Light where the King, along with the Supreme Patriarch, stood with Thai Iman’s and Iman Madhi’s and appealed for continued peace between the two religions after the day of mayhem. They asked the people to again co-exist in peace in Thailand. The King also implored all Thais not to seek revenge on the American people.
“It’s been a boring bloody day,” said Spock, “all I‘ve done is watch news channels.”
Stu looked up from his laptop and chuckled. “Why don’t you go play with the kids?”
Spock shuddered, frowned, and was about to show Stu what a great idea that was by priming his clipping hand, glanced at something on the TV.
“The Chimp, well about bloody time,” he said and turned up the volume.
The worn out US President looked like a deer caught in a headlight as he denied everything and blamed America’s enemies of concocting the story. He said how the world was being duped and although not saying by whom, he claimed they were collecting the facts and investigating.
“Pah,” said Stu, “bloody typical, deny the facts while blaming someone else with no proof. He is just stalling while his cronies concocted a lie as usual. Why doesn’t he just admit it and apologise?”
“What a wanker.” Spock shouted at the TV. “Nobody will believe you stupid; look at what you did to Edward Snowden for telling the truth.”
The American President then threatened to send troops into any countries attacking Americans.
“Huh.” said Spock, “I imagine that apart from a few countries in Europe, that would be the rest of the world… wanker.”
Spock and Stu felt enraged by the Presidents brief and blasé response.
CNN, although still not releasing a story, also blamed a conspiracy and interviewed a nervous looking ‘panel of experts,’ whose eyes flitted around the studio as the woman presenter, also looking scared, asked the experts irrelevant questions that only added fuel to the fire.
“Fuckers!” said Spock as he and Stu glared at the TV.
However, unbeknownst to anyone outside the U.S, other news channels around America that were not on a worldwide cable network, had the story from their foreign correspondents and had been broadcasting it on their channels since it broke worldwide.
Along with the social media and worldwide streaming through smartphones, the majority of Americans knew what had happened and felt outraged with their government.
“Oh,” exclaimed Spock as he and Stu jolted back as the TV screen went blank and a notice flashed up announcing, ‘normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.’
Stu furrowed his brow. “What happened there I wonder?”
“Huh,” said Spock. “CNN studios are in Abu Dabhi near where they destroyed the big Mosques. I bet the Muzzies attacked them.”
Stu nodded and furrowed his brow, “You know what that means,”
Spock nodded and smirked, “No more bloody Richard Quest.”
Stu smiled and nodded. “We’ll celebrate with a latte.” He said and took out the milk, shook the plastic bottle and put the frothy mix into a glass and then in the microwave.
As he put two teaspoons of Nescafe in each cup, Spock looked at his now scab free ‘Up your bum’ tattoo and smiled.
“Matey, there doesn’t seem like there is much more we can do here. We might as well go home,” said Spock sounding hopeful.
“Yeah, we might as well Spock,” said Stu as the microwave pinged and he poured the hot frothy milk into the mugs. He brought the ‘latte’ copies over, put one in front of Spock, and took a sip. “Ahh, that tastes good.”
Spock took a sip of his and felt disappointed at not replenishing his emergency whisky stash.
“We can tell the girls now and tell Pon when he gets back,” said Stu and smirked, “do you want to tell them?”
Spock furrowed his brow and rubbed his swollen ear. “Not bloody likely, Goyt head will just find another excuse to slap my ears.” He looked at Stu with puppy dog eyes and sounding forlorn said, “Why don’t you tell them matey.”
Stu sniggered and tapped at his laptop while finishing his coffee.
“Okay,” said Stu “I’ll tell them,”
He smirked and walked out of the kitchen.
Spock felt overjoyed and danced a little jig, but when he saw Stu’s laptop still on, he thought, ‘Hah, I will read his stupid book.’ He grinned and looked at the blue screen with password request on it. Spock frowned. ‘Bastard.’
Stu smirked as he walked into the lounge.
Spock smiled like an innocent cherub when Stu came back into the kitchen ten minutes later after unsuccessfully trying to enter Stu’s password and the computer had locked him out from making any more attempts.
“Well matey, what did they say?”
Stu looked at his laptop screen and smirked. “I told the girls, Dave, and Manhut and they were fine, but Lek and Sid burst into tears when I told them we were leaving.”
Spock felt his heart dropping to his stomach when Stu said.
“Dave and the girls asked us to stay a few more days.”
Disheartened, Spock looked at Stu and rubbed his sore, swollen ear. “No bloody chance. The little buggers will only terrorise me and give Goyt head more reason to beat me up. Besides, I want my new tattoo.”
Spock furrowed his brow as he saw the amusement on Stu’s face as he said.
“Sorry mate, but I already told them we would stay a few more days. The girls wanted to, and if we stay a couple of more days, maybe we can find out if Pon and Taksin uncover anything else,” said Stu and smirked, “I am sure Lek and Sid would leave you alone, look how concerned they were about you before, and they have made something for you, come look,”
Spock sighed and went with Stu to the lounge.
Spock saw Lek and Sid playing on the floor. The angelic youngsters looked up at him and grinned. A chill went down Spock’s spine and the theme tune from children of the corn rang in his ears as Sid handed him a crayon drawing.
“Look stupid, they’ve drawn a picture of you,” said Moo and smirked.
Spock smiled and looked at the drawing. “Thanks,” he said and looking at the sketch, glanced at Stu, and then smiled at Sid. “It’s a portrait of me with Stu… it’s good.”
Sid nodded and smirked, “No, it’s just you,”
Spock furrowed his brow, and as the others laughed, he looked again at the picture. “So, what is that red blob on my shoulder...Oh.”
He looked at the smiling kids and frowned. ‘Little monsters think it’s funny. It’s their bloody fault my lug’s swollen,’ he thought.
“Hmm, thanks. I’ll go put this in my bag and take it to Pattaya and hang it up when I get home,” he said and looked at the kids smiling up at him. “Okay, we will stay a few more days.”
“Good,” said Moo, “Well go take a shower. I want to clean our room and you will only mess it up again if you shower later. I have put your clean clothes on the bed.”
Spock tutted and walked out of the lounge and Sid and Lek tittered and went to the Kitchen with Stu. While Stu sat and recovered his word document, Sid went to the fridge, took something out, smirked, and then he and Lek left the Kitchen.
The terrible twosome went to Spock and Moo’s room and stood outside the door sniggering.
Fifteen minutes later, a loud scream echoed around the quarters. Stu furrowed his brow. ‘That’s sounded like Spock squealing’ he thought, ‘but he sounded as if he had been castrated.’
The cherubic Sid and Lek walked into the kitchen. Sid threw something in the bin and they giggled and left.
Stu looked in the bin, smirked, and went back to writing his masterpiece.
“What are you jumping around and wailing about stupid? And put some clothes on,” said Moo glaring at Spock who stood at the sink frantically splashing water on his gonads.
Spock turned around and with tears streaming down his red face, pointed to his underpants discarded on the floor by the bed. As the pain returned, he turned back to the sink to splash more cold water on his throbbing nuts and todger.
With Spock whimpering and cursing, Moo furrowed her brow, picked up his Y-fronts and looked inside at the gusset. She saw small mushed red seeds and smirked. “I will wash these,” she said and left the room chuckling.
An hour later, Spock came into the kitchen. “Do you know what those little bastards did?” he said cursing the little terrorists. “My gonads look like a baboons arse.”
Spock went to the fridge and took out a small bag of ice, which he put down the front of his shorts and grimaced as he sat down.
Stu chuckled, pointed to the TV, and said. “I’ve been watching Aljazeera, they said CNN studios in Abu Dhabi had been torched and everyone in there was put on a plane and expelled from the country.”
“Huh,” said Spock, “served them right, they should have gone before. Lucky they weren’t lynched.”
“Oh,” said Stu smirking. “Some were; they showed pictures of Richard Quest dangling from a lamppost.”
“Really,” said Spock raising his eyebrows.
“Nah,” said Stu and chuckled. “But it said that US citizens were now rioting in cities across America and being egged on by Weasel and the Republicans. Aljazeera showed footage of the rioting in some towns with vehicles and shops set ablaze. The reporter said that Americans of every creed, colour, and religion felt appalled and angry at their government’s deception. They felt terrified of repercussions from the rest of the world and the reporter said there were rumours of the government imposing Martial law.”
Spock shifted his ice bag, let out a sigh of relief, and said. “Yeah, but who will enforce Martial law? I can’t see any of the armed forces or police siding with the government on this one.”
“Me neither,” said Stu, and the pair watched the news until Moo came in and kicked them out while the girls cooked.
Baboon’s arse bollocks limped to his room with a bowl of iced water while Stu went to his room with his laptop to read more on the web.
“Have you found out anything Pon?” asked Dave as Pon joined them in the lounge.
Pon smiled and said. “Thai Muslims and Buddhist’s are now working together to repair the damage and heal the rift,” he smirked, “but no one has been able to contact the Americans.”
While Spock glared at his nemesis sat on the small table eating and looking angelic, Stu said. “It looked like a shitstorm for the Septic’s. According to Aljazeera news, American offices abroad including Europe are closed. Facebook was still on, but only working from their US offices after their employees fled. They said the US Government ordered news channels to cut satellite links to the rest of the world. They’re stopping news from international channels coming in, hoping to pacify the American people and keep them in the dark. The American Government already blocked the internet and social media. However, before Google went off-line, it showed a picture of the chimp in Nazi uniform on its cover page, along with a statement, which read: Please forgive us world.”
“Yeah, that about summed it all up,” said Dave and sighed. He glanced at Sid and in a whisper said. “I need to get back to England soon. I tried t’ find out what happened to Sid’s and my families bodies. I phoned t’ council, and they said because they couldn’t get hold of any family members they cremated them all before this came out.”
Spock stopped glaring at the kids and remembered why they were there. He felt upset and said. “So what will you do matey?”
“I’ll take Sid back and sort it out and get our belongings and finances sorted. If it’s okay with you Pon we’ll come back here.”
“Of course Dave,” said Pon “You are welcome any time.”
Stu frowned. “Do you think England will be safe mate? You know what close ties they have with the Septic’s.”
Dave shrugged. “I dunno, but I will leave it a few more days and see if things settle darn, but we have to go and sort things out.”
While Dave translated for Manhut, Stu whispered to Spock. “Why are you looking so upset? At least your ears and Gonads will be safe for a while.”
Spock smiled, looked at Sid and Lek, and sighed. “Poor kids,” he whispered.
Manhut told Pon and Dave that he and Lek would go home in the next few days. Manhut felt Lek had come to terms with what happened to her parents. He said they would stay together, and along with their neighbours rebuild their shattered lives. He said they would visit the Palace from time to time to see Pon, and Dave and Sid on their return.
Over the next few days, everything appeared to be back to normal. With little news now coming out of America and the US cable networks down, Spock watched the Thai channel and repeats. He still grumbled about his sore Chile Gonads and wanting to go home. Stu wrote his book while he listened to Spock whinge.
Pon and Taksin spent most of their time in Taksin’s office but weren’t having much success with their investigation.
Dave and Manhut trained with the Tinju and the girls played with the kids and gossiped while the kids planned more ways to terrorise Spock and drop him in the shit with Moo. It felt as if nothing had happened.
In Thailand, things soon calmed down. With all the Americans gone, the Thai protesters who took to the streets demonstrating against America dispersed, and the Prime Minister said he would join the other world leaders in taking action against the U.S.
“Hah, I got the cling film off the bog before I took a dump this time,” said Spock coming into the kitchen. He made him and Stu a cuppa, sat down, and sighed.
Stu smirked because he knew what was coming next.
“Matey, we are no use here. I am sure that we are outstaying our welcome with the Heads, and with Pon always busy, we are just getting under his feet. Manhut and Lek are going home today and Dave and Sid are going to the UK in a couple of days… oh, and the girls looked bored.”
Stu saw the despair in Spock’s eyes as he pleaded, “Can we please go home?”
Stu looked at his friend’s swollen lug and saw him fidgeting to get the weight off his Gonads. He smirked when he thought about the slapping he got from Moo for taking a dump, which slid off cling film onto the floor. “Yeah, you’re right mate; it’s time to go home.”
Spock’s face lit up and with a smile a mile wide, sounded relieved and said. “Really, that’s great, when shall we leave?”
“We can tell Pon tonight and I’ll tell the others now. We can leave in the morning.”
Stu smirked at Spock and knowing he would be nosy again, turned off his computer and went to the lounge.
Spock whistled homeward bound, went to the fridge, and took out a Singha beer. He smiled and thought. ‘Time to celebrate.’ He went to the cupboard, took out his secret whisky stash he’d replenished, and poured him and Stu a glass.
He sat and drank the liquor feeling a weight off his shoulders. Although saddened by little Sid’s plight, he knew he would now be safe. He sculled his whisky, poured himself another glass, and grinned while planning his tattooist visit and night on the town with Stu in Pattaya.
Stu came back into the kitchen smirking fifteen minutes later.
He looked at Spock looking smug.
“Have you told them?” asked Spock, handing Stu a whisky.
“Yep,” said Stu who grinned and took a drink.
“So what time do we leave?” asked Spock.
“We can leave after breakfast in the morning,” said Stu sitting down.
“Great,” said Spock, “I’ll get Moo to pack tonight.” He then looked sullen. “Maybe we can come back in a few days to see Dave and Sid off at the airport.”
Stu took another drink of whisky and smirked. “Oh, there’s no need… they are coming with us. I said they could stay with us until their flight home,” said Stu and sniggered, having never seen his friend turning pale so quick.