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Outline for my plan to take over the world.

1. Train an army of bunnies.

· Kidnap Herman's bunny.

· Put it on a strict diet & exercise regimen.

· Commence indoctrination

- Obtain projector (Available at admin)

- Obtain video montage of violent when-bunnies-attack footage (must ask Ubee.)

- Tape bunny's eyes open and strap 'im to a chair.

- Force him to watch the video while selected Jonas Bros. & Paris Hilton 'hits' are blaring in the background.

- With any luck, such a regimen will turn the bunny's brain into some sort of mushy, easily-mouldable substance.

· Continue indoctrination program for 9 months.

· Obtain female rabbit.

· Breed.

· Repeat until an 'army' of bunnies is obtained (with 'army' defined as >7 bunnies).

· Make cute little henchman costumes for the vicious, bloodthirsty bunnies.

· Train bunnies to form formidable-looking squares of troops and make 'em salute me as their Almighty And Supreme Leader.

· Make them march past me and look upon me in awe as I yell angrily at nothing in particular.

· I might skip the square moustache, though.

2. Use bunnies to hold KYUEM ransom by controlling key strategic points.

a. Resource Centre (he who has the knowledge hath the power. Or something to that effect)

b. Cafe (spike the water to zombify the students)

c. Dining Hall (as above)

d. New Block (excellent sentry point to guard the College entrance)

e. Academic 1. (Reduce teachers to state of caffeine withdrawal by removing coffee machine in lounge)

3. Kill some IELTS teachers as sign of me being serious. (too many of 'em anyway)

4. Set up satellite video uplink with Khazanah CEO.

5. Deliver following speech (whilst fiendishly stroking a fluffy uniform-clad rabbit on my lap).

"My dear, foolish Mr. Mokhtar. I have in my custody a dozen of your finest scholars. They're all here: Mr. Kumar, Ms. Low, Ms. Foong. Mr. Saadon. Ms. Ilham. Mr. Nazer. Your entire brain trust, your only hopes... Will be forever dashed. Unless (pause for dramatic effect) you give me... (Camera zooms in on my face).

A Nokia N97. (Ba-Dum-Bummmm!!!)

... Or maybe an HTC Touch HD. Either one. Make sure it's black, though. The silver one makes me look gay. (resume evil-genius voice). So, Mr. Mokhtar. Do we have an agreement? And just to show that I'm serious... (Bunny kills a scholar by forcibly jamming a carrot up his... nose. And into his brain.) You have 30 minutes. Goodbye, Mr. Mokhtar. (Screen goes blank)"

6. Await reply.

7. CEO will agree.

8. I will get a new phone.

9. Aiman wins.

10. = )

THE END.

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